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The Pageant of 

Bloomington and Indiana 

University 



THE EDUCATIONAL DEVELOPMENT 

OF INDIANA AS FOCUSED IN THIS 

COMMUNITY AND SERVED BY THE 

STATE UNIVERSITY 



By 
WILLIAM CHAUNCY LANGDON 




ON THE UNIVERSITY CAMPUS 

BLOOMINGTON, INDIANA 

MAY SIXTEEN, SEVENTEEN, AND EIGHTEEN 

NINETEEN HUNDRED SIXTEEN 



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Copyright, 1916 

By William Chauncy Langdon 

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THE PAGEANT COMMITTEE 

William Lowe Bryan . . President 
Ulysses H. Smith . . . Chairman 
R. G. Brusch .... Secretary 
Charles D. Campbell Mrs. John C. Hunter 
Samuel B. Harding William A. Myers 
Will David Howe Mrs. James B. Wilson 
Gus C. Davis 



THE PAGEANT DIRECTION 

William Chauncy Langdon 
Master of the Pageant 

Charles Diven Campbell 

Composer and Director of the Music 

Marion Langdon 

Designer of Symbolic Costumes 

Elizabeth Sage 

Director of Costuming 

Esther McNaull 

Leader of the Dancing 



FOREWORD 



The Pageant of Bloomington and Indiana University, one of 
the Indiana Centennial Pageants, seeks to represent the edu- 
cational development of the State as it has been focused in this 
community and served by the State University here located 
during the past one hundred years. The parts are taken by cit- 
izens of Bloomington and professors and students of Indiana 
University and their families, all uniting to produce the drama 
of the history and life of their common community. 

The pageant grounds are located on the edge of the campus 
of Indiana University, sloping up to the Observatory and to 
the newer University buildings seen beyond. To the right of 
the grandstand the closely massed trees of the campus give 
the effect of a wooded wilderness reminiscent of the pioneer 
days. 

The Pageant of Bloomington and Indiana University has 
been written and composed on the principle that both drama- 
tically and musically the pageant is a distinct and individual 
art-form, having its own laws and its own technique. All the 
elements of this pageant have been worked together, in ac- 
cordance with these laws and technical considerations, to pro- 
duce, if may be, in the sequence of actual, typical, or symbolic 
scenes, a clear, beautiful, and impressive drama of the life of 
this community. 

In presenting the historical material a certain freedom has 
necessarily been exercised for the sake of dramatic clarity and 
effectiveness. In many instances the language of the dialogue 
is in the actual words of the characters represented. It has, 
however, seemed inadvisable to indicate these passages by quo- 
tation marks, on account of the frequent necessity for making 
slight changes, omissions, or additions in the wording to suit 
the situation as represented. So also in producing the pageant 
certain omissions have been deemed advisable which it did not 
seem necessary to eliminate in the printed form of the pa- 
geant. 

W.C.L. 



OUTLINE OF THE PAGEANT 



/. Introduction: The Pioneers 

1. The Settling of Bloomington (1818). 

2. The Indiana Seminary (1820). 

3. The Installation of President Andrew Wylie (1829). 

//. Light and Truth 

4. The Hoosier Opposition (1850). 

5. North and South (1861). 

6. The New Regime (1883). 

///. The Age of Wood and Stone 

7. The City Schools. 

8. The Chamber of Commerce. 

9. The Service of the State. 

IV. Finale: Centennial! 

The above dates are in general approximate only, in some 
instances events of more than one year being brought into the 
same episode. The time of Episodes 7, 8, and 9 is in general 
of the present. 



The Pageant of Bloomington 
and Indiana University 



I. INTRODUCTION: THE PIONEERS 

The full orchestra sounds forth fortissimo the theme of The 
Hymn to Indiana, based on the chief motif of the pageant, the 
Indiana motif. When this is once clearly stated, the music im- 
mediately passes to the Hope motif. Coming as in answer to 
the call in the music, the spirits of Hope appear in the far 
background emerging from among the trees, running forward 
and stopping to listen eagerly, then calling, singing with a 
mere vocable the simple Hope motif. They are young women 
in blue, blue as of the sky, flashing as with light, ever chang- 
ing and iridescent. From all the arc of the background they 
come in ever increasing numbers, converging as they approach. 

When they have come near enough for their mass to domi- 
nate the scene, there is heard clearly in the orchestra the motif 
of Determination, and there come in answer from either side 
of the grandstand the spirits of Determination, young men in 
some one deep, rich, forceful color such as simple purple. They 
advance more in mass, more slowly, in a slower rhythm. They 
stop at intervals as they advance and answer the call of the 
spirits of Hope, replying to them similarly in a lower tone, 
singing, calling back and forth, and approaching nearer and 
nearer to each other, the spirits of Hope for the most part 
advancing but a little, while the spirits of Determination with 
strong, bold steps advance directly toward them, till they meet 
and join in a whirling dance of exquisite joyousness, the music 
of which is based on the two motifs of Hope and Determina- 
tion, the one rapidly sweeping free as air through all the range 
of music in the strings and woodwind, while the other moves 
strong and inflexible in the brass. The motion of the dance 
corresponds in the two groups. 

While this dance still continues, there comes, almost in- 
trudes, into the music a new motif, essentially human, the 

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motif of the Pioneers. It increases rapidly until it subordi- 
nates the other two motifs. The spirits feel the interruption 
and stop to find the source of the new element. They turn 
their search toward the woods to the southeast. There they 
see a procession of Pioneers making their way slowly, pain- 
fully, with great difficulty along. They are men, women, and 
children, mostly on foot, a few on horseback, one or two 
driving oxen. Those in front are clad in buckskin, jeans, and 
linsey-woolsey; those behind near the end of the procession 
are dressed as of the first part of the nineteenth century. 
When the spirits of Hope see the Pioneers they raise their 
arms to them to cheer them on and sing their call to them. 
The Pioneers, seeing and hearing them, take courage and 
plod on. The spirits of Determination then also give their 
motif call and the Pioneers respond, repeating it. 

Breaking in upon this encouragement, discordant Indian 
phrases are heard in the music. From the two sides of the 
little wooded ravine along which the Pioneers come there pour 
stealthily down on them bands of Indians attacking them with 
ferocity, yelling the war-whoop, shooting their arrows, and 
brandishing their tomahawks. The Pioneers resolutely draw 
together to resist, and struggle to make their way on toward 
their goal. The spirits of Determination rush forward to the 
rescue. They divide into two lines to protect both sides of the 
Pioneers, and some of the spirits of Hope rush down between 
and mingle with the men, women, and children of the Pioneers, 
cheering them and encouraging them, as the spirits of Deter- 
mination help the men to repel and drive off the Indians. The 
rest of the spirits of Hope remain where they were, near the 
orchestra, singing their call of Hope constantly with the music 
of the orchestra. 

As the contest goes on more and more successfully, the In- 
diana motif mingles more and more distinctly with the other 
motifs in the orchestra and the Indian phrases disappear, until 
the Pioneers come on again, successful and enheartened, 
escorted by the spirits of Hope and Determination, the music 
now opulent with the motif of Indiana. 

As they arrive at the nearer grounds the spirits point to 
the University, and the Pioneers all turn to see the vision 
toward which they press, as the orchestra swings full and 
strong into the Hymn to Indiana, and the chimes in the Uni- 
versity tower join in the melody also. At the same time the 
symbolic figure of the State of Indiana, attended by the figures 

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of the City of Bloomington and of the University, appear on the 
slope to the gaze of the Pioneers. Thus escorted now by all 
the spirits singing their motifs, the Pioneers proceed on their 
way, acclaiming with outstretched arms the future, women 
lifting their babies to see and men doffing their coonskin caps 
and beavers and pointing the children to the vision of their 
ideals. So they pass on and out, the music closing with the 
plain statement of the Indiana theme as in the Hymn. 



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EPISODE ONE: THE SETTLING OF BLOOMINGTON 

(From the south comes a man, a pioneer, leading a horse on 
which is seated a rather frail woman with a child in her arms. 
Another child hangs on behind her. The woman seems quite 
worn with fatigue and hardship. Their goods or plunder is 
also loaded on the animal. A boy trudges along behind hi^ 
father. It is W. D. Hoof and his family. In answer to his 
call, Abner Blair comes out from his house at the north, soon 
followed by members of his family.) 

Hoof : Hello the house ! 

Blair : Who's yere ? 

Hoof : Hello ! Who keeps th' house ! 

(Hoof comes up closer and stops. The two men look each 
other over; after deliberate scrutiny to the point of satisfac- 
tion, the conversation is resumed.) 
Blair : Will yer stop ? What way yer goin' ? 

Hoof : Whar'bouts '11 I find that 'ar town they 're makin' 
'round yer? 

Blair : Yer thar. Right yer 's the place. 

Hoof : This the place, eh ? 

Blair : Reckon kinda sorter. Come to the land sale ? 

Hoof : Well, — yes. Thought I 'd look the ground over a bit 

anyway. 
Blair: Yer 'd settle? 

Hoof : Right smart chance I might, but thought mor'n likely 
I 'd go on over on the Shiney. You be n't Abner Blair, 
be yer? 

Blair : Abner Blair 's my name. Right down thar 's my saw- 
mill I reckon yer heerd of, if yer lookin' f er me. Yere 's 
where they 's goin' to have the land sale. 

Hoof: Kin I get bite an' bait yere? 

Blair: Sure, an' welcome, ef yer a settler. Latch-string^ 
hangs outside. Sonny, lead the horse up that 'ar way an' 
tie him to a limb. 

(Hoof helps his wife to dismount and lifts the child down. 
The boy leads the horse out toward Blair's cabin. While this 

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conversation has been going on Mrs. Blair has been talking to 
Mrs. Hoof, and some of the younger Blair children have been 
inspecting the Hoof young ones from various points of van- 
tage, according to their age. People also have been coming in 
from different directions to the land sale. Blair's oldest son 
has welcomed most of these. Some, coming from a distance, 
hail the house in regular fashion; others coming from the 
neighborhood omit any formal salutation or call their "Hello 
the house" in a perfunctory way, much as if merely saying 
"Good morning". Women, young people, and children come as 
well as men. H is distinctly an important and holiday occa- 
sion, affording opportunity for courtship and fun as well as 
for the purchase of real estate and the making of history. 
Among the others come Susannah Lee and Martha Brown, 
quiet, self-reliant women, able to take care of themselves if 
necessary and of their children who come with them. They are 
cordially greeted by Mrs. Blair and by the others. When the 
conversation above is about finished, the three County Com- 
missioners, Bartlett Woodward, Michael Buskirk, and James 
Parks, are seen coming together from one direction, and soon 
after the County Agent, Benjamin Parke, and the County 
Clerk, William Lowe, from another.) 

Woodward : Hello, who keeps th' house ! They 're coming, 
Abner. 

Lowe : Hello, Abner ! Hello th' house ! 

Blair : I'm ready for all that will come, Bartlett. Well, Wil- 
liam, all fixed and ready ? 

Benj. Parke : George Whisenand brought over that bar'I of 
whisky yet, Abner? 

Blair : What 's that ? I can take care of everyone that comes 
to my house without — My latch-string — 

Woodward : That 's all right, Abner. This is county business. 
I made the motion, and we voted, that the County Agent 
procure one barrel of whisky at the county's expense, 
allowed him $33.50 for it, and have it at the sale of lots. 

Blair : There's no need. I have plenty of everything and the 
people are welcome to it, all they want — for election, hold 
court, or anything. 

Woodward: Nothing against your hospitality, Abner. This 
is county business. Some men 's too 'tamal tight on their 
money for their own good, and I thought we might as 
well make sure this yer sale was a success. Here he 

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comes. George, bring it right over this way. Now 
where 's Jonathan Rogers ? Help George open up the 
bar'l. 

(Eben Blair, with the help of other young men, brings out 
a puncheon table, with a stool to sit on, ink, and quills. The 
whisky barrel is brought over and Jonathan Rogers takes his 
place by it with a gourd. While these preparations are being 
made. Woodward takes Blair to one side and points out a 
rather prosperous looking man talking in a rather officious 
manner to some of the settlers.) 

Woodward : Abner, who 's that man ? 

Blair : I don't know. I never seen him before. 

Woodward : I don't like his looks. Looks to me like he might 
be a speculator. We '11 have to keep an eye on him. And 
that one ; ever see him before ? 

Blair : No. Looks a bit kinder sorter stuck up ; still he looks 
like he 's just new to the wooden country. 

(David McHolland, the first settler in the county, is seen 
coming up from the south, rifle on shoulder and fiddle under 
his arm.) 

Buskirk : Here, young people, here *s old Dave McHolland ! 
An' brought his fiddle, so 's yer can dance all yer like after 
the sale! 

(Cheers from the young people, who run to meet McHolland 
and bring him dotvn to the group gathered for the sale.) 

McHolland : Hello the house ! Who keeps th' house ! Hello 
th' house ! 

Buskirk : Dave, we 're going to start a fine city here today. 

McHolland : That 's right ! That 's right ! I knew what I 
was a-doin' when I picked these parts to squat in. Glad 
to see yer all come to my county! Glad to see yer all! 
Maybe I '11 move up myself, start a blacksmith shop. 

Young People : Play for us, Dave ! Play for us ! 

McHolland: Heh? What yer want, "Old Dan Tucker"? 

(He starts to tune his fiddle and rasps out a strain of "Old 
Dan Tucker". One or two of the young men start to jig. Then 
Dave stops.) 

McHolland : Wait a bit ; wait a bit ! After the sale ! They '11 
be stopping us if we begin now, and when we begin to 

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dance we won't stop till tomorrow morning, eh boys! 
What say, girls ! 

(Johnny Appleseed comes in leading his horse. His garden 
tools and seeds on the horse, and sprays of apple blossoms 
stuck in the bridle. He is greeted with cries of joy and many 
run forward to meet him, especially women and children.) 

Several : Here 's Johnny Appleseed ! Here 's Johnny Apple- 
seed! 
(An eastern man, Granville Ward, saunters up, the second 
of the two Woodward noticed. Others also join the group as 
Parks proceeds to extol the praises of the future toivn.) 

Ward : What 's the name of your town going to be ? 

Ben J. Parke : Bloomington is the name of the town. 

Ward : Bloomington, — that 's what the name will be, eh ? 

Benj. Parke : No, that 's what it is. It 's a'ready surveyed 
and platted out and named. Johnny Appleseed named it. 
The County Court House is goin' to be yonder on a little 
hill ; corn-field thar now ; yer can most see it through the 
trees if yer go up yere on the rise a piece. 

(Greatly impressed, the men stand at gaze, thinking it 
over.) 

Ward: Hm! Bloomingtown, eh? 

Benj. Parke : No. Bloomington. It 's yere is going to be 
the University they made in the State constitution down 
to Corydon two years ago come two months from now. 
Yes sir-ree, the Seminary township is located right next, 
to the south thar. President Madison picked it himself 
more nor two year ago. Shows what he thinks of it round 
yere ! Yer can 't buy that 'ar, not yet. (Abner Blair 
comes up to the group and hears Parke holding forth.) 
This will be the center of the whole of these yere U-nited 
States afore long too, see ef it ain't ! 

Blair: Center of everything, right here! 

Sheriff: Oyez! Oyez! Oyez! By authority of the Com- 
missioners of the County of Monroe, there will be sold 
here and now at public auction 208 lots in the town of 
Bloomington right here, each lot 66 feet front on the 
street and 132 feet deep. Lewis Noel will cry the lots; 
James Parks is Clerk of the Sale. Step up and bid for 
your lots. 

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(Lewis Noel mounts the stump and conducts the auction. 
Those who are interested in a lot crowd up while it is being 
bid off, and the other's give way. Most of the women and 
young people hang around on the edge of the crowd. The ex- 
citement increases and the bidding becomes more and more 
spirited. David H. Maxwell and Jonathan Lindley, among 
others, buy lots. Once in a while when someone of means lags 
in his bidding, Bartlett Woodwai'd nods to Jonathan Rogers 
and he offers the laggard a gourd of whisky, to the manifest 
advantage of his bidding. There is plenty of jovial rough 
friendliness but no vulgar boisterousness in consequence. At 
one point an attractive lot is offered and several start in to 
bid for it against one, Samuel Coleman, but the bidding is 
quickly interrupted.) 

Several : Sam 's built on that lot a'ready. That 's whar he 's 
got his cabin. 

Bidders : All right, let it go ! Let him have it ! 

Noel : What am I bid ? I have $50 for this lot ! I have $50 ! 

Speculator: Sixty dollars. (Murmurs of protest from the 
crowd.) 

Noel : I have $50 for this lot. 

Speculator: Sixty! (Murmurs of protest become threat- 
ening.) 

Noel : I say I have $50 for this lot and it 's going, going, gone 
to Samuel Coleman. (Cheers from the crowd.) 

(The bidding continues more and more spiritedly. One lot 
runs up to $175; another up to $210. Hoof buys a lot for $85.) 

Buskirk : Lewis, ha' yer got a nice lot for Mrs. Brown here? 
Her man was killed by the Indians a bit ago and she 
wants to come here to bring up the children near her 
brother. 

Noel : Just the thing for her ! (Cheers.) Mrs. Brown, bid 
right in on it now. Lot Number 43, corner of Cherry 
and Water Streets! What am I bid? 

Mrs. Brown {amid silence) : $25! 

Noel : Twenty-five dollars I have ! $25 ! Another bid ! Bid, 
Buskirk ! 

Buskirk : Twenty-six ! 

Speculator: Thirty-five dollars! (Outburst of protest.) 

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Mrs. Brown : Oh, I 've lost it ! 

Noel: No, you have not. Twenty-six I have. (Cheers.) 
Now bid again, Mrs. Brown! I have to have more nor 
one bid to make a sale. 

Speculator (in angry defiance) : Thirty-five I bid. This is 
not a free sale. You are giving these lands away to your 
friends. (Angry exclamations from the crowd.) Thirty- 
five! 

Mrs. Brown (Buskirk coaching her) ; Twenty-seven! 

Speculator : Thirty-five! 

Noel : Twenty-seven I have ! (Cheers.) Going, going, gone 
to Mrs. Martha Brown for $27. (Loud cheers.) 

(There are threatening movements and mutterings against 
the speculator among the men of the crowd. Bartlett Wood- 
ward and Abner Blair quiet the men and restrain them. Wood- 
ward goes over to the speculator and draws him aside.) 

Woodward : You take my advice and have a drink. You have 
a long ways to go and you may need to brace up for it, for 
you 've just time to make it if you start right out now and 
keep a-goin'. (Pointing to the south.) Right that way 
your way goes. I do not know how far, for I don't know 
whar yer come from, but it 's the same distance. (The 
speculator starts to show resistance in a nervy manner.) 
You can have another drink first if you want it, but 
you 've not time for more than one. The boys is getting 
some grudge against that tree yonder somehow nor other, 
and that tree lies just a powerful smart heap sight in 
your path. Go! 

(There is a cheer and a laugh from the crowd. Some of the 
young men draw guns. The speculator looks about him a mo- 
ment and then starts. One young man takes a shot in the 
same general direction.) 

Woodward : Give him a chance, boys, jest one chance ! 

(The speculator runs. The young men fire after him with- 
out trying to hit him, laughing and shouting and then firing 
in the air as he disappears. The auction continues. Benjamin 
Parke is keeping track of the sale, looking over the shoulder 
of James Parks, the Clerk of the Sale.) 

Benj. Parke : One more lot ! Bid it up, boys ! 

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(The last lot is sold for $115. There is a great cheer as the 
Crier announces the close of the sale and comes down from the 
stump. Woodward takes a list from the Clerk of the Sale and 
announces the result.) 

Woodward : The 208 lots are all sold and the proceeds amount 
to $14,326.85, payable in four years' time, cash paid down 
$3,860 ! (Cheers.) Now, Dave, start up the dance ! Ev- 
erybody to the cabin ! Take turns a-dancin' ! 

(David McHolland begins playing his fiddle with vim and 
all go running and dancing out past him together.) 

OLE DAN TUCKER 

Ole Dan'l Tucker clomb a tree. 

His Lord and Marster for to see, 

De limb hit broke and Dan got a fall — 

Nuver got to see his Lord at all! 

Git out o' the way, Ole Dan Tucker! {three times) 
You 're too late to git your supper. 

Miss Tucker she went out one day 

To ride with Dan in a one-horse sleigh. 

De sleigh was broke, and de horse was blind — 

Miss Tucker she got left behind. 

As I come down de new cut road 
I spied de peckerwood and de toad, 
And every time de toad would jump 
De peckerwood hopped upon de stump. 

And next upon de gravel road 
I met Brer Tarrypin and Brer Toad, 
And every time Brer Toad would sing 
Brer Tarrypin cut de pigeon wing. 

Ole Dan and me we did fall out, 

And what d' ye reckon it was about ? 

He trod on my corn and I kicked him on the shins; 

That 's jest the way this row begins. 

If Ole Dan he had co'n to buy. 
He 'd mo'n and wipe his weepin' eye; 
But when Old Dan had co'n to sell. 
He was as sassy as all hell. 

Mrs. Tucker is big and fat; 

Her face is as black as my old hat; 

Her nose sticks out, and her eyes stick in, 

And her under lip hangs down below her chin. 

Git out o' the way, Ole Dan Tucker! 
You 're too late to git your supper. 

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EPISODE TWO: THE INDIANA SEMINARY 

(From the north come running a group of boisterous hoys 
just let out of school; after them some more boys of quieter 
sort and some girls. At the end comes the master on his way 
home, accompanied by a group of four or five young people and 
one little fellow.) 

Boy : I could ha' spelled it, ef I *d thought. 

Another: Yer could not. Susie can spell yer out any day. 
She can spell the whole book without the words called. 

Boy: So kin I, ef I git started. 

Girl: Yer kin not. Susie can spell the book through three 
times without a word called out. Ask the master ef she 
can 't. 

Boy : Well, I kin spell it through once anyway. 

(A man comes through, the other direction, axe and gun on 
shoulder. As he meets the boys he grabs one by the arm.) 

Man : Yere ! What yer doin' 'round yere doin' nothin' ? Git 
down to the dead'nin' and tend them fires and chop that 
'ar wood, and be quick erbout it. (As the boy disappears 
in a hurry, the man accosts the master, who comes along 
just then.) Addison Smith, how 's thet 'ar boy of mine 
a-doin' ? I think yer do n't lick him enough, bust my rifle 
ef Ido! 

Smith : He does well. He 's interested in his studies and 
works hard. 

Man : Well, lick him ! Lick him ! Make him work ! I want 
he should get the good out of his schoolin'. Kin he spell? 
Lick him till he kin! 

Smith : I don't need to lick him. He works hard without. 

Man: Lickin' and lamin' goes together. How kin he get 
any larnin' 'ithout the lickin' ? That 'ar 's the way I was 
brung up and see me now ! He 's got to take lots o' lickin's 
when he gets out in life makin' his own, and he better lam 
to take 'em now. 

Smith : But I do n't lick a boy if I do n't need to. 

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Man : Wall, I aluz did suspect yer did n't half know yer 
business. Ef he 's doin' purty well without lickin' think 
how much better he 'd do with it ! He 's my boy and my 
woman's boy and I want yer to understand that I 'm 
a-paying good money, — money an' dicker, — fer him to git 
the best there is, an' I want you ter see thet he gits it. 
Now d' yer hear me ? — you lick him ! 

(The master is saved from having to promise to inflict chas- 
tisement for edification only by the approach of Dr. David H. 
Maxwell, Jonathan Lindley, and other members of the Board of 
Trustees of Indiana Seminary. Coming the other ivay the 
Rev. Isaac Reed, the Presbyterian minister, approaches, ac- 
companied by the Rev. Baynard R. Hall.) 

Dr. Maxwell : Ah, Mr. Reed, it is a pleasure to see you among 
us again! I presume your brother-in-law has told you 
that the Trustees have elected him to be President and 
Professor of Ancient Languages for the term of one year 
and school to commence as early as practicable. 

Mr. Reed : Yes, he told me and I was offering him my felicita- 
tions on the election. 

Jonathan Lindley : You rendered us a valuable service, sir, 
when you suggested his name to us and told us that he was 
already living here in the New Purchase. 

B. R. Hall: The election, I assure you. Dr. Maxwell, was 
deemed by me a great honor, and I accepted the appoint- 
ment not for the stipend paid as my salary, but I have for 
some years longed to be in the romantic west and to be 
numbered among its earliest literary pioneers. 

Mr. Reed : That is certain, my friend ! 

B. R. Hall : Indeed, I believe I can already claim the distinc- 
tion of being the first one to read Greek in the New Pur- 
chase ! 

Dr. Maxwell : We are to open the Seminary at once. 

B. R. Hall : I am enthusiastically impatient to commence my 
labors. 

Mr. Reed : Bloomington is to have its College at last ! 

Dr. Maxwell: Not College, as yet, Seminary. 

Mr. Reed : Aye, but the Seminary is but a stepping-stone to 
the College. 

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B. R. Hall : And that to the University ! 

Jonathan Lindley : The Indiana University ! 

Dr. Maxwell; That is certainly what we all have in mind, 
what we are working for ! 

(Several people, both men and women, and of various call- 
ings, have approached during this conversation, waiting for a 
chance to be heard. Dr. Maxivell sees them and turns toward 
them.) 

Ebenezer : Now, David Maxwell, it kinder sorter seems to us 
that this 'ar college of ourn oughter to be startin', an' we 
want it to. If this 'ar es agoin' to help this 'ar town we 're 
ready. 

Dr. Maxwell : The Seminary opens today, Ebenezer. 

Jonathan Lindley : Mr. Hall is here for that purpose now. 

Ebenezer : Well, thet 's good. I hear he kin spell all the 
words ther is, and cipher and knows a whole lot more. 

Dr. Maxwell: He is thoroughly competent, Ebenezer, to 
teach a classical seminary, and he is a good western man 
to boot, who has come here to live among us. 

Another Man : How much do yer pay him, may I ask ? 

Dr. Maxwell : Certainly you may. This is the people's semi- 
nary and is supported by the State's money. He is paid 
$250 a year. 

Woman : But it 's an honor to teach in the people's collidge ! 
He oughter be glad to sarve for nothing. 

Man: Or at least be content with a dollar a day, more nor 
double what a feller gits fer mauling rails. 

Dr. Maxwell: The Seminary will open today, my friends. 
Send your boys to Mr. Hall at once, all who want to have 
a classical education. The tuition will be $5 a year. 

Ebenezer : Five dollars a year ! But the State 's a-payin' fer 
this, an' it ought not cost anything, even the most power- 
fullest, highest larnin' should not cost us a cut quarter. 
Why should we pay fer it twice? 

Jonathan Lindley : Send your boys right to Mr. Hall. The 
building is not finished, so he will see them here. 

(There is some quiet consideration of the situution as the 
doubting people withdraw and the Trustees confer among 

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themselves, during which there is silence. Then a number of 
boys of various sizes come in, some with books and some with- 
out. They go up to Mr. Hall in the center, who leaves the 
Trustees.) 

The First Man : Well, I '11 jest take my boy out 'n the school 
and send him yere to the College. He 's got to have the 
best there is ! 

(He goes off and soon the boy, axe in hand, comes and joins 
those in front of Hall. The girls stand off to one side in a 
group and listen.) 

Hall: Boys and young gentlemen, I am happy to see you. 
We are now about to commence our State College, or Sem- 
inary. I hope all feel what an honor attends being the 
first students. By proper exertions on our parts it may 
eventually rise to the level of the eastern colleges and be 
a blessing to our State and country. You have all, I sup- 
pose, the necessary books? 

Boys : I've got 'em. 

Me, too. 

I 've brung most on 'em. 

Master, Uncle Billy 's to fetch mine out in his wagin 
about Monday next. 

Father says he could n't mind the names and wants 
'em on a paper. 

Books ! I never heem tell of any books ! Won't these 
here ones do, master ? This here 's the Western Spellin' 
one ; and this one 's the Western Kalkelatur ? 

Mr. Hall, I fotched my copy-book and a bottle of red 
ink to sit down siferin in; and daddy wants me to lam 
, book-keepin' and surveyin*. 

Hall : Order, boys, order ! There is a misunderstanding with 
some, both as to the books and the whole design and plan 
of the school, I perceive. This is to be a Classical and 
Mathematical School, and no person can be admitted un- 
less intending to enter upon the prescribed course, and 
that includes, even at the start, Latin and Greek. Now, 
first, who are to study the dead languages ? 

Boys : I do. I do. Me too. 

Hall : You, then, come over here. Let me have your names. 
Yours? 

The Ten : Findlay Dodds ; James F. Dodds ; Aaron Furgeson ; 

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Hamilton Stockwell ; John Todd ; Michael Hummer ; Sam- 
uel C. Dunn ; James W. Dunn ; James A. Maxwell ; Joseph 
A. Wright. 

Hall: Joseph Wright, I appoint you to ring the Seminary- 
bell during your college course. I will attend to you ten 
directly, so soon as I have dismissed the others. (To 
others:) I regret, my young friends, that you are disap- 
pointed. In order to enter, you must be qualified. Indeed, 
if I wished I have no power to admit you. I hope there- 
fore you will now go home and explain the matter to your 
parents. 

Boy : Daddy says he does n't see no sort a' use in the high 
larn'd things, and he wants me to larn Inglish only and 
book-keepin' and surveying so as to tend store and run a 
line. 

Another : I allow, Mister, we 've near about as good a right 
to be larn'd what we wants as them t' other fellers over 
there. 

Third : It 's a free school f er all ! 

(There is some grumbling as the rejected boys go off in two 
groups toward either end of the grandstand. Their grumbling 
gets louder and louder the farther from Hall they go, until as 
they go out they are shouting names at him.) 

Boys : Don't want yer high larnin' ! . . High larnin' ain't 
no good f er makin' a livin' anyway ; father says so ! . . 
High larnin' ! High larnin' ! 

Hall: Now, you who are the first students of the College, 
come here into the shelter of the growing building and I 
will start you in Latin. First, we will learn the word for 
Star, Stella, — what is it? 

The Ten : Stella, the star. 

Hall: Yes, Stella, the Star. May it lead you in all you do! 
Come, I will take the utmost pains to drill you well, so 
that what you learn in this University, or College, may 
stand you in good turn all through your lives. 

(They withdraw up to the shelter of the building, where 
they study under Mr. Hall's guidance, he standing, a few stand- 
ing with him, most of them sitting on the ground, books in 
hand, during the succeeding action. . . . From either side 
come discontented people, men and women with some children 

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tagging along behind. Some start to go right up to Hall and 
his class, as if to intrude upon him their unmistakable dis- 
pleasure; others gather in little groups to talk out their griev- 
ances.) 

One : He 's too 'tamal stuck-up with his high and big-bug 
lamin' what he won't teach to none but what he chooses, 
and what ain't no good to no one nohow. 

Another: Rat, tha's what he is, a rat, a Presbjrterian rat! 
They 's jist a-laying their tracks how they going to take 
this yere collidge fer theirselves, thet 's what they 're up 
to. See ef they ain't ! 

Third : Thar he is, look at 'im takin' the people's eddikashin 
money fer larnin' ristecrats' sons high-flown words. 
Gimme thet 'ar stone ; I '11 do fer *im ! 

Another: Why don't he work fer his living like honest folk? 

Fourth : It ud be a right smart chance better to have no 
collidge nohow if all folks hain't equal right to larn what 
they most like best. 

(Amid a great hub-bub there enters Gen. Jacob Lowe with 
a following of more malcontents. At the same time, evidently 
with determination to offset his trouble-making , there come 
other people more conservative in manners and more classical 
in predilections.) 

Jacob Lowe : What do you say ? You are the people ! This 
yere 's your money they 's throwin' away, givin' to 'Ris- 
tocrats and Rats ! People, they 's electin' another perf es- 
ser now, an' he 's a Presbyterian Rat an' Ristocrat too ! 
Those who will stand up fer their rights, f oiler me ! 

(A number of the worse element gather around Jacob Lowe 
and are about to start off with him, when they are stopped by 
the appearance of the Board of Trustees coming toward them. 
Lowe points at them in dumb anger. Dr. Maxwell is walking 
in front. Prof. John N. Harney, the newly elected Professor of 
Pure and Applied Mathematics, with him. Everyone quiets 
down. There is dead silence as the Trustees approach. When 
Jacob Lowe addresses the Trustees, they stop.) 

Lowe : Mr. President and Gentlemen of the Board : — hem ! — 
I have the honor to be the orgun of the people — hem! — 
and we 're here to forbid the election of thet 'ar Mr. Har- 
ney, thet Ohio Buckeye to be our Professor of Mathe- 

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matucs. An' they say they do n't want two teachers of 
the same religion nohow. It 's the people's collidge an' 
it 's their eddikashin money an' they say it 's better to 
have 'em of different creeds, — hem ! — and I say it — hem ! 
and — 

Maxwell : It is with regret, General Lowe, and my respected 
fellow-citizens, that I interrupt this eloquent utterance, 
but in the present case I really do believe the danger is 
not to be apprehended. We all know the liberal senti- 
ments of the President of the Seminary, Professor Hall, 
towards all religious bodies. Then, too, the gentleman 
just elected by us, — I say, just elected by us, — to be Pro- 
fessor of Pure and Applied Mathematics, Prof. John M. 
Harney, is not known to be a member of any communion. 
Lastly, we Trustees are of six different denominations 
ourselves and will surely guard against any danger such 
as is mentioned. Had this honorable representation come 
but fifteen minutes sooner, something might have been 
done or at least considered, but now it is too late for us 
to retrace our steps. Fellow-citizens, I introduce to you 
Professor Harney. You will find him a western man. 

(Baynard R. Hall goes over and grasps Harney by the hand. 
Those of Dr. Maxwell's inclining cheer loud and heartily and 
also go up to greet the new man. Jacob Lowe's friends retort 
with groans and angry shouts of disapproval. The disorder 
grows apace, but is suddenly interrupted by a horseman riding 
in with warning.) 

Rider: The Governor! The Governor is coming, with a lot 
of other big-bugs ! 

(Reluctant order is restored by the disturbing element, and 
all turn in the direction whence the rider came. Up the road 
is seen riding on horseback with a certain pompous but yet 
real dignity, the Governor of the State of Indiana, James 
Brown Ray, attended by Judge James Scott and others, the 
m,embers of the Board of Visitors. As soon as he has well 
reached the place, with an evident appreciation of the spec- 
tacular effectiveness of his great office, the Governor stops 
and awaits the proper greeting of his people. Dr. Maxwell 
goes forward to greet and welcome the Chief Magistrate; the 
men all uncover their heads. Without dismounting, the Gov- 
ernor speaks from the saddle.) 

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Governor: We have come to you, my fellow-citizens of 
Bloomington, — we, His Excellency, Governor of your State 
and the Board of Visitors of the Indiana Seminary, — in 
the exercise of our functions to inspect the State Seminary 
which is located in your midst. In order that I might 
personally fulfill this duty I have for the time abandoned 
all the other important responsibilities of my office of 
Governor of Indiana, for the reason that this is an occa- 
sion of great moment. I foresee that the educational de- 
velopment of this State is destined to marvelous develop- 
ment. I foresee that this Seminary will speedily become 
first a College, and then a University, and I trust that 
we ourselves may make a report which will soon precipi- 
tate measures to that end. Such being the future of this 
institution and of this town, it is fitting, right, and proper 
that I, James Brown Ray, Governor of Indiana, should be 
present on this historic occasion. Fellow-citizens, let us 
proceed to the auspicious performance of our duties. Let 
the President and Board of Trustees, the Faculty, and the 
Students precede us. People of Indiana, attend us ! 

(In the order designated by the Governor, all depart in a 
loose procession out around the south end of the grandstand.) 



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EPISODE THREE: THE INSTALLATION OF 
PRESIDENT WYLIE 

(From back of the grandstand is heard the singing of an old 
Methodist camp-meeting hymn, followed by the Old Hundred 
Doxology as at the close of a meeting. There is a pause, about 
long enough for benediction. Then people come pouring along 
to big good-bye to the elder, the Rev. Lorenzo Dow. He is rid- 
ing a good horse, and has the saddle-bags and other equipment 
of the circuit rider. He stops and turns to bid the people 
good-bye once more.) 

Dow : God save you everyone, dear friends ! This is the last 
time I shall look upon your faces until we meet at the foot 
of the Throne ! And then, oh then, may there be not one 
missing! (Amen! amen!) You and I, old men and 
women, must soon be removed from this mortal state to 
go either to everlasting bliss or everlasting punishment. 
(We mv^t; we must. Glory Alleluia! Amen!) What will 
become of the church when we are dead and gone? 
(Ch'oans.) Young men, young women, I trust in God 
that many of you will now, even at this last moment, be 
converted, and washed in the blood of the Lamb, take up 
the cross and become the preachers and pious Christians 
of afterdays! (Amen! Amen! Amen! Glory to God!) 

(Several young men on the edge of the crowd, one especially, 
laugh and make fun of the old circuit rider.) 

Dow: Take care, sinner, take care, you who are laughing 
yonder! Turn not up the scornful nose, lest so you see 
not the pit yawning before you and you be lost in eternal 
fire for your sins and wickedness ! Sinner, you are mine ! 
I will save you from the evil one even now. Mark me, 
sinner, an hour ago, when the horn called out embattled 
hosts to private prayer, I knelt in yonder grove and 
prayed for you. Yes, laughing sinner, laugh no more ! I 
prayed that some poor soul hastening on its way to hell 
might be given to me for my hire, and the Lamb prom- 
ised me one, and you — are — he! (Glory, Glory Alleluia! 
Amen! Amen! Glory to God!) 

(The young man to whom the rider addresses his remarks 
is struck in conscience and more and more is impressed by the 

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Tninister's earnest plea. At last he falls down on his knees, 
his face buried in his hands, sobbing with remorse as the 
brethren around him exult and praise God for his salvation. 
Dow dismounts from his horse, runs to him, puts his hand on 
his head in blessing, and lifts him up. 

Dow : Praise God, my brother, that He saved thee in time ! 

Convert: I praise Him! And I will go with thee whereso- 
ever thou goest; I will follow thee and tend thee all thy 
days until thou cross the river. (He goes and brings 
Dow's horse to him.) 

Dow : Come, my brother, God has given thee to me and me 
to thee. Come, we will go ride and tie together to the end. 

(Dow mounts his horse again, silently lifts his hand in bless- 
ing over his people, turns and rides away, the convert, after 
bidding a hasty farewell to his friends, running along beside 
him. The people wave farewell and Godspeed to the minister 
and then sing one stanza of the hymn.) 

(When the minister has gone, under the high tension of 
feeling there is some weeping among the women and then, un- 
der the reaction, one of them collapses. The neighbors have a 
hard time to bring her to, and one or two even go to the ex- 
treme to lament that she is dead. Dr. David H. Maxwell 
comes riding in on his horse from a visit to patients. He is 
a Wian of forty-three, of slight build, fair, straight, six feet 
tall, dignified, courteous and kindly in manner. Seeing the 
trouble, he gets off his horse and comes to the group.) 

Maxwell: What is the matter? Can I help? 

A Woman : Nothing matter at all, Doctor. It 's Sarah Jones, 
jest a' got religion ; pretty bad she is, but she 's in the 
hands of the Lord. 

Women : All right, doctor ; you know best. 

(Dr. Maxwell ministers to the woman, first making the 
people draw back a little to give her air, and then giving her 
some salts to smell. Soon she revives.) 

Sarah Jones: Where am I? Oh, it 's you, doctor? What's 
the matter with me? 

Maxwell: Just a little too much for the nerves; just a little 
nerves. You '11 be all right soon, if you '11 take care of 
yourself and not get excited. 

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A Man : It 's religion she got, and she 's free from sin, praise 
God ! She 's a feeling woman, praise God ! 

All: Amen! Amen, praise God! 

Maxwell: Yes, yes, but we can feel deeply without tearing 
our nerves to pieces. The Bible says, "Ye shall know the 
truth, and the truth shall make you free." Now do you 
feel better? 

Sarah Jones : I feel better now. Doctor. 

Maxwell: Get up now and go home. Lie down and I will 
come to see you after a while. 

(Some of the women help her and go out with her to the 
north of the grandstand. Dr. Maxwell takes his horse from 
the boy that has been holding it for him. Mrs. Maxwell and 
other ladies with young men helping them pass through, carry- 
ing chairs, dishes, bedding, and other household furnishings 
with which to fix up the Wylie's house for their reception.) 

Mrs. Faris: Land sakes, Mrs. Maxwell,, you goin' to lend 
those best painted chairs o' yourn? 

Mrs. Maxwell : Yes, certainly. We want to make them com- 
fortable and make them feel welcome, don't ye? You are 
lending your best. 

Mrs. Faris: Yes, course I am, but my bestest chairs ain't 
nothin' compared to them chairs o' yourn. 

Mrs. Orchard : How '11 they know who to return the things 
to? 

Mrs. Maxwell: That will have to take care of itself later. 

Mrs. Orchard: I s'pose it would be kinder sorter awkward 
and inhospitable to go an' ask fer yer things back, and 
they won't know who they belongs to. 

Mrs. Maxwell : The main thing for us to worry about now 
is to give them a place to sit down, and beds to sleep on 
and things to eat when they first get here all tired from 
their long journey. 

Mrs. Smith : Yes, ez you say, thet 's the main thing. 

Mrs. Orchard : They kin have my things as long as they like. 

(The Post comes riding down the wood road at a good pace. 
He has a long tin horn which he blows vociferously. He car- 

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Ties the mail in saddle-bags. The people quickly throng around 
him to receive their letters,) 

Several: The Post! The Post! 

Austin Seward : Did you see anything of the new President 
coming along, Tim? 

The Post : Yes, he 's not so far behind me. Coming at a 
fine rate. Got a barouche and a Conestoga wagon. Hall 
and young Maxwell was with him. 

Maxwell: We might well be getting together. Lewis Boll- 
man told us he thought the wagons would get here about 
this hour of the afternoon today. You take my horse, 
John, and ride down the road till you see them and then 
come back as fast as you can and warn us. Meantime 
we will be getting the people together. 

(A young man mounts the horse and rides off at a good 
pace. People begin to gather at the call of Dr. Maxwell and 
the others that assist him. Gordon Robinson, a veteran of the 
War of 1812, takes charge of forming the procession. Trus- 
tees, county officials, townspeople, students, all are present. 
A pole is brought in and erected, surmounted with the arrange- 
ment of candles representative of the twenty-four students, 
two professors, and one President of the College. The courier 
comes riding back at a gallop.) 

Courier : They *re coming ; they 're coming ! They are near ! 

(Professor Harney climbs a beech tree to see as soon as pos- 
sible the actual approach. Jim Maxwell, Dr. Maxwell's four- 
teen-year-old son, and a few other boys also climb trees. There 
is quiet, the silence of expectation. Suddenly there is heard up 
the road the noise of bells, and commotion.) 

Several : Here they come ! Here they come ! 
Robinson : Fall in 1 Fall in, people ! Fall in ! 
Granny Sheets: Vhat's happening? Vhat's happening? 
Mrs. Faris : The new President's coming. 
Granny Sheets: Veil, de vorld might come to an end and 
I not know it till next day. 
(Excitement increases, the people hurriedly taking their 
places in line, until the first of a number of cows appears up 
the road, as the not inconsiderable herd come hurrying along, 
their cow-bells jangling and making quite a commotion. The 
people, laughing, break their ranks.) 

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Robinson : It 's a lot of cows. 

Maxwell : But why should the cows be coming home at this 
time in the afternoon ? 
(The cows come swinging, jangling down the road, a great 
many of them. The boys start to head them off and drive 
them off to one side of the grandstand.) 

Harney (up the tree) : Fall in! Fall in! James Maxwell 's 
behind the cows! I see his handkerchief waving on his 
whip ! The President *s coming ! 

Robinson : Fall in ! Fall in, quickly ! 

(The people in haste resume their places in line, the crowd 
backing up out of sight behind the grandstand as the line ex- 
tends. Dr. Maxwell and the Trustees and County officials are 
in front; next the students, with Professor Harney at the 
head; then the citizens of Bloomington, their families and 
friends. As the last of the cows come down and are driven 
past on the slope above the crowd, James A. Maxwell is seen 
on his horse, coming ahead, his handkerchief tied to his whip 
which he waves. He wears blue breeches and green leggings, 
as also does Professor Hall. A short distanct behind comes 
Professor Hall, also on horseback, just in front of a barouche 
in which are seated the new President, the Rev. Andrew 
Wylie, his wife, and his younger children. Behind the barouche 
comes a Conestoga wagon, by the side of which ride, on one 
horse, Lewis C. Bollman and a kinsman of his on way to 
Bloomington. The other children of the President's, with the 
others of his household, ride in the Conestoga, while one or 
two large boys walk by its side. A great cheer goes up as 
President Wylie comes in sight. At Gordon Robinson's order 
the procession of welcome advances a short way; then the 
Trustees and officials stop, while the townspeople advance 
in two lines, enfolding the Trustees between them and form- 
ing a pocket into which the President's barouche is driven. 
The President bows and stands and bows in acknowledgment 
of the continued cheering. Dr. Maxwell steps forward, tak- 
ing papers from his hat, and puts up his hand for silence. 
Amid instant quiet, he addresses to the new President the wel- 
come of the College, — Trustees, Faculty and Students, and of 
the people of Bloomington.) 

Maxwell : Dr. Wylie, in behalf of the Trustees, Faculty, and 
Students of Indiana College, and also in behalf of my 
fellow-citizens of the Town of Bloomington, I bid you wel- 

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come to our midst both as President of the College and 
as a citizen of the town. We also wish to welcome you 
and your family to all the fellowship of Indiana neighbor- 
hood. We all rejoice that the invitation to you to preside 
over our infant institution has been successful. The 
Board of Trustees have every confidence that under the 
guidance of so experienced and able an instructor, our 
institution will flourish and become a praise and a glory 
to our young and rising State. We are aware that your 
acceptance of our invitation has caused you to make many 
sacrifices and to enter upon a field of arduous labor. Yet 
from our knowledge of your character we are led to be- 
lieve that when extensive usefulness is before you, priva- 
tions and difficulties dwindle into insignificance. The 
Board of Trustees were entirely cordial and unanimous 
in your election and the present Faculty were both very 
desirous that you should accept our call. Now, then, that 
we have you at last among us, we bid you. President 
Wylie, most hearty welcome. 

Wylie : Dr. Maxwell, we heartily thank you, and all our col- 
leagues of the Board of Trustees, the Faculty, and the 
Students, and also the people of Bloomington, for this 
very kind and auspicious welcome. We feel it is a great 
honor to take part as President of Indiana College in the 
true up-building of the State. With the assistance of 
our respectable colleagues and the support and coopera- 
tion of the Board and other friends of the infant institu- 
tion, we will rely on God's blessing for success in the un- 
dertaking we are now about to commence, that of rearing 
up an institution which shall become, before long, the 
pride and glory of the State, the loved and revered spot 
to which her sons shall resort, to enjoy advantages, equal 
at least to those of any other seat of learning west of the 
Alleghenies. A people who undertake to maintain their 
liberties must foster institutions of learning. An edu- 
cated man cannot exist without throwing light around 
him. I am a believer in the omnipotence of education, of 
education obtained in the nursery, at the paternal fire- 
side, in the elementary school and at the college. What- 
ever industry and zeal on our part can effect, we here 
pledge for the accomplishment of this object; and if we 
should not meet with success, we shall at least try to 
deserve it. 

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(At the close of the addresses, Dr. Maxwell and the Trus- 
tees go up and shake hands with President and Mrs. Wylie. 
Professor Harney is presented and some of the townspeople; 
then the students in a body. Lewis Bollman approaches a 
man whom he has noticed taking notes of the addresses.) 

Bollman: What did you think of the new President's ad- 
dress? I saw you taking notes. 

Man: It was a very ordinary address, sir, a very ordinary 
address. He used but two words that I did not know 
the meaning of. 

Maxwell : Now, Colonel Robinson, we are ready. 

Robinson : Fall in ! Fall in your places again ! 

Maxwell : We will now escort you to your home, which Mrs. 
Wylie will find the ladies of Bloomington have delighted 
to make ready for your reception. This evening there 
will be a feast and tonight an illumination in your honor. 

(Under the direction of Gordon Robinson, the Trustees turn 
in and reverse their march; then follow the two Professors; 
half of the students; the President's barouche; the rest of the 
students; the Conestoga ivagon; the townspeople. The people 
cheer and the President bows continually as they all march 
out.) 



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II. LIGHT AND TRUTH 

With sudden and piercing brilliance the orchestra strikes 
instantly into a motif suggestive of clear Light in the strings 
accented with the cymbals and maybe the high brass. As sud- 
denly there appears at the top of the slope the figure of Light, 
— not merely physical, but intellectual and spiritual as well. 
He shines in white radiance and carries in his right hand a 
great torch. He stands on the crest of the hill near the Ob- 
servatory and calls to men to come and receive the fire of 
Light and Truth. 

Light : Light ! Light ! Light ! Light ! Ye Men of all the Earth 
Who dwell throughout the range of Time and Space, 
Arise ! Arise from out the lower plane 
Whereon you live ! Bring forth the unlit torch 
Of life ! Receive the fire of Light and Truth ! 

In response to the call of Light there comes from one side 
of the grandstand the figure of the Hebrew race followed by 
several men of learning and inspiration of that race, Moses, 
David, and Isaiah. In close sequence from the other side there 
comes the figure of Greece, followed by Socrates, Plato, and 
Aristotle; then Rome followed by Caesar, Virgil, and Cicero. 
To each racial figure the Light inclines his torch and thereby 
lights its torch and says to them as they open their books : 

Light : Reveal the light ! Unveil the truth ! 
Except by these dare not to live! 
Except for these dare not to die ! 
Go forth upon thy way! 

As these withdraw and take their places a little down the 
slope, there come in turn from either side the Arabians and the 
Monastic Learning of the Middle Ages ; and then, coming from 
both sides, a larger group representing the Renaissance. They 
join as they go up through the center of the other groups who 
welcome them as the heirs of all alike. To these also the figure 
of Light inclines his torch and addresses his exhortation in 
briefer form : 

Light : Reveal the light ! Unveil the truth ! 

Almost immediately following the Renaissance group, yet 
distinct from it, come two figures representing the Universi- 

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ties of Oxford and Cambridge, together from the same side. 
They go along the way the Renaissance group has gone, 
up through the middle, and as they approach the Light, the 
Renaissance group divides to welcome them among them and 
to introduce them to the Light. Herewith the music in the 
orchestra returning to the first clear form of the Light motif 
in the strings and cymbals works up to a first climax, marking 
the completion of the first, the European stage of the develop- 
ment. 

As the Universities of Oxford and Cambridge turn round 
there enter people of the American Colonies, — Puritans from 
New England, Merchants from New York, Quakers from 
Pennsylvania, and Cavaliers from Virginia. They stand in 
two great groups near the grandstand, gazing at the academic 
tableaux before them. To them, one on either side, the Uni- 
versities of Oxford and Cambridge go down, and from them 
bring the earlier American universities, — Harvard, William 
and Mary, Yale, Brown, Pennsylvania, Princeton, — and escort 
them up the slope to the Light. These in turn go back and 
take their places in front of their own people. 

As this proceeds, a number of Hoosier backwoodsmen, hun- 
ters and pioneers, men, women, and children, come together 
in the center. Some of the eastern people join them. They 
stand far down by the grandstand in the center. To them the 
figure of Light calls: 

Light : Intrepid Indiana men, arise ! 

Raise high the torch that guides your feet from birth 

To death along your trails and streams. Be all 

Your ways with radiance filled, with Light ! With Light ! 

At once, in answer to his call, there comes recurrent in the 
music the Indiana motif, and from among the pioneers there 
enters the State of Indiana. She advances part way up the 
slope and says that there is among these frontier people no 
university or means for spreading the light, but that she will 
herself supply the need and create a new, a State University. 

State of Indiana: No torch sheds light, no volume shines 
for these ; 
But I, the State, will for them well provide ! 
The Torch ! The book ! The child ! The robes and shield ! 

At her call for the torch and the book, two of those who have 
come from the east bring them. At her call for the child, a 
circuit rider and a pioneer lead forward to her a child dressed 

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only in the tunic. When the robes and the shield are brought 
to her, she robes the child in them, hangs the shield on her 
shoulder, and gives her the torch and the book. As all the 
Hoosiers raise their arms in acclamation, the State of Indiana 
leads the child up to the Light. He lights the torch and opens 
the book of the new State University, repeating in full the 
exhortation : 

Light: Reveal the light! Unveil the truth! 

Except by these dare not to live ! Except for these 
Dare not to die ! Go forth upon thy way ! 

The State of Indiana turns the child around and presents her 
to the people of the State, who acclaim their State and their 
University with shouts sung on the Indiana motif with the 
words : 

All: All hail, Indiana, hail! 

The music sweeps into a brilliant, ecstatic march built on 
the Indiana and the Light motifs, strong and clear, full orches- 
tra. To a continuation of this march the academic groups de- 
scend the slope and go out at the base of the hill: first the 
ancient and mediaeval races, then the Universities of Oxford 
and Cambridge and the earlier American universities, follow- 
ed by their people. The people of Indiana go forward to meet 
their State and the child University; then return and go out 
with them. The music returns to the clear intense music of 
pure Light with which the Interlude began, mainly in the 
strings and cymbals. The figure of Light vanishes whence 
he came to this music. 



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EPISODE FOUR: THE HOOSIER OPPOSITION (1850) 

(Five Election Commissioners come on with table, chairs, 
rope, stakes, and ballot-box. They arrange these for the con- 
duct of the election. At the same time men and women pass 
through preparing for a barbecue, carrying picks and shovels 
for the trench, wood, and creatures for the feast, an ox, a hog, 
baskets of vegetables and fruit. A man comes through the 
other direction driving a fine cow.) 

Politician: Hello, Sam! Bringing that 'ar critter to the 
barbecue ? 

Farmer : No, sir-ree ! That 'ar 's going to the Agricultural 
Society's fair ! Goin' take a prize, too ! 

Politician : Ye 're not sure ; better bring her yere to us 
instead. (Turning to another man.) Fix up a place for 
the speakin'. Bill. There ain't no stump worth anything 
here handy. 

(Bill gets a large box and fixes a step up to it and nails a 
rail on. Men, women, and children come in, all kinds and 
classes. The smoke rises from the barbecue just back in the 
woods a little way. A stake with a big notice of the election 
and campaign placards of the parties and the issues is put up 
just back of the election place. A band is heard approaching. 
It comes in, playing an old-time tune, at the head of a proces- 
sion, which marches around and comes to a stop at the speak- 
ing-place.) 

Election Commissioner: The polls are open, gentlemen! 
Come and vote ! Come and vote ! 

(Party workers immediately start to bring men up to vote 
and quickly a line is formed. Each voter is asked his name; 
the name is called out and verified on the books and, provided 
he is not challenged, the vote is put into the ballot box. The 
votes are pieces of paper of all kinds and description. After 
the ballot is deposited, the voter is asked:) 

Elec. Comm. : Are you for or against free schools, paid for by 
taxation ? 

(The answer, Yes or No, is recorded and the voter passes 
on to give way to the next, either going back to the speaking 

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or over toward the barbecue. This continues through the epi- 
sode until the balloting is closed near the end and the vote is 
announced. From time to time the monotony of the election 
is varied by an incident out of the order.) 
Elec. Comm.: What's yer name? 

Voter : Ben Robertson. 

Elec. Comm. : You ain't old enough to vote yet. 

Voter : Yes, I am ; I 'm twenty-one. I could bring my ma and 
pa to prove it ef they wer n't dead both. Here 's my birth 
certificate. 

Elec. Comm.: That ain't a birth certificate; that's a mar- 
riage license. 

Voter: Oh, is it? 

Elec. Comm.: Are you Benjamin T. Robertson? Are you 
married ? 

Voter : Well, no ; I 'm not married — yet. That 's my father's. 

Worker : Oh, let him vote, Bill, if he wants to. He '11 vote 
all right. 
(As the procession comes to a stand-still, the Chairman 
mounts the box, and is about to open the rally, when Cornelius 
Perring comes in with a group of the young ladies of the Mon- 
roe County Female Seminary. People make way for them.) 

Perring : I thank you. I think it proper that my young ladies 
should be interested in matters of public education. 

Chairman: Ladies and gentlemen and fellow-citizens of 
Bloomington and Monroe County: It is with great 
pleasure I proceed to discharge the duties that you have 
done me the honor to impose upon me. This election is 
one of the greatest importance to every person here, man, 
woman, or child. , The voters are this day to decide 
whether they favor free public schools paid for by State 
taxation (cheers; and loud cries of No! and also cries not 
so strong of Yes!), and they are to elect from their num- 
ber one who shall represent them in the Constitutional 
Convention to prepare a new organic law for the State of 
Indiana. Today we have the honor of listening to three 
speakers. The first is an ardent champion of the propo- 
sition that the State should support free schools. I have 
the pleasure of introducing to you the Rev. Caleb Mills, 
of Crawfordsville, who will now address you. 

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Caleb Mills: Ladies and gentlemen of Bloomington and 
Monroe County: With utmost confidence that your ac- 
tion at the polls today will be controlled by that noble and 
patriotic principle, the public good, I will proceed to the 
presentation of such facts and suggestions upon the sub- 
ject of Education as may be of service to you. The true 
glory of a people consists in the intelligence and virtue 
of its individual members. On you now rests the respon- 
sibility of consummating what was so nobly conceived by 
the framers of our constitution, by registering such a vote 
in favor of free public schools supported by the State as 
shall justify your legislature in prompt, efficient, and 
adequate appropriation for education. The burdens its op- 
eration may occasion will not be reluctantly borne by a 
community that scorns the repudiation of a debt incurred 
for the construction of railroads and canals. The works 
contemplated by such a system of education are designed 
to develop the mental and moral resources of the rising 
generation, and convert every log cabin in the State into 
a depot of knowledge upon the great railroad of litera- 
ture and science. We need no foreign capitalist to take 
such stock. Its dividends will be paid, not in some distant 
city, but at the fireside of every freeman in the common- 
wealth. 

Let us ascertain how many of our youth are deprived 
of what should be the birthright of all, the means of an 
education. Then let the question be fairly met, what is 
the duty of this great, noble State? Of the 268,040 in- 
habitants over twenty years of age in Indiana in 1840, 
38,100 were unable to read and write. One-seventh part 
of our adult population unable to read the word of God, 
or the votes they cast in the exercise of their election 
franchise! Of the approximately 319,344 children be- 
tween five and twenty years of age in the State by the 
report of the superintendent of schools only 214,442 are 
receiving instruction and many of these doubtless only 
half the instruction each should receive. That is, many 
a parent pledges himself to patronize the district school 
a scholar and a half, and to avoid repudiation sends a 
half a dozen children at various times during the quarter 
a sufficient number of days to be equal to the regular 
attendance of one pupil for a quarter and a half. 

A Man in the Crowd : That 's right, what he says. I do 
myself. 

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Caleb Mills : In twenty-two counties of the State the number 
of those over twenty unable to read and write is one in 
less than 6, — from one in 5.9 to one in 2.3. There is one 
bright spot on our eastern horizon, which to the honor 
of the Friends deserves to be exhibited and which shows 
what can be done in Indiana when there is the disposition. 
The county of Wayne brings the number up to one in 
222. (Some polite but not too spirited applause.) Among 
the States of the federal union Connecticut stands high- 
est at one in every 311.2 ; the free States average at one 
in 11.6, while Indiana stands at one in 7, almost as low 
as the slave States at one in 5.6. This discloses a state of 
things that may well alarm us for the perpetuity of the 
Union and rouse the public mind. 

A Drunken Man : On the wings of love I fly 

From grocer-ee to grocer-eye! 

Caleb Mills : The State should pay for the education of her 
people. "What costs nothing is worth nothing." Let a 
State tax of two mills on the dollar be levied and a town- 
ship tax of one mill on the dollar be authorized for this 
purpose. It is the duty of the State to furnish the means 
of primary education to the entire youth within her 
bounds. It is right ; it is policy. It is for you to command 
that such a plan shall be immediately adopted. 

(There is some respectful applause. It is interrupted, how- 
ever, by the beginning of a fight.) 

Rough : Howsomever what he says may be, I kin lick anyone 
here! 

Another : Aw, gwan, ye kinnot. 

Elec. Comm. : Get away from here if you want to fight ! No 
fighting near the polls, or I '11 run you both in jail. 

(The roughs and their adherents withdraw up the hill a 
little way and there get to work in a ruleless fight beginning 
with the striking and dodging of blows and soon coming to a 
clinch and a rough and tumble until one cries " 'Nough!" 
Meantime the Chairman proceeds to introduce the next 
speaker.) 

Chairman : Fellow citizens, I now have the pleasure of intro- 
ducing to you our friend and neighbor and representative 



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in the Legislature, where he shines among his betters, the 
Hon. Reuben Nichols of Monroe County. 

Nichols: My friends and neighbors, and may I call all of 
you my constituents, this is not the time for me to dis- 
play my powers of eloquence. You have listened to fine 
speaking from our friend here from Crawfordsville. I 
had no college education like he had. I 'm just a plain 
man, like anyone of you. It may be that I shall come to 
consider this here question of free schools later, setting 
as your representative in the halls of legislation at the 
State capital. I want right here and now simply to say 
what I think and what I 'spect you think on this here 
proposition of raising the taxes for educating other 
people's children. I'm in favor of education, my fellow 
citizens, just the same as Mr. Mills is, but the real ques- 
tion is, how 're ye going to get it ! I believe the best edu- 
cation a man can get is from life! And the sooner a man 
gets out into life, the better, for then he 's a-getting to 
the best there is. Think of your old father and your old 
mother what brought you up! Do you want to be better 
off than them ? I say shame on you if you do ! Follow 
in their footsteps! Imitate the best ye can their noble 
example ! There 's more education in that, in my opin- 
ion, than in all the books what was ever printed, or was 
ever worshiped in a college like that 'ar at Crawfords- 
ville, or like this one of our 'n here at Bloomington, for 
I want to tell you, my fellow citizens, that if we 've got 
to have a college, we 've got one right here as good as 
any of our own, and I believe in the home product. 
(Cheers.) Yes, friends, the home product. Thet 's what I 
believe in! Now there was one thing the last speaker 
said that attracted my attention. I agree with him in it. 
But I don't believe it means just what he made it out 
for to mean. He says, "What costs nothing is worth 
nothing." The man what do n't want his childem edu- 
cated enough to pay for it don't want them educated 
much, and let me tell you, my friends and neighbors, that 
man won't care more for it for someone else paying for 
it instead of him, whether it is the State or who it is. 

A Man in the Crowd : Thet *s right ! I ain't married. Why 
should I pay for lamin* your children, — ^how many ye 
got? 

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Other Man: Well, — who is to pay fer them? 

Nichols : My friends, I love my childern and I want to feel 
the cost of their schoolin'! I think it is the same way 
with all of you! The last speaker has said a good deal 
about the people of Indiana not being able to read and 
write as much as in other States where they do not have 
to work so hard to earn an honest living as we do here. 
Talking against his State! Yes, but I shall say nothing 
of that. Why? Will I not stand up for my State, and 
the people of my State ? I '11 tell you why ! I wipe away 
all his figures, his one in 5.9 and 2.3 ! Three-tenths of a 
person! Why should I answer such arguments ! Do you 
want me to ? No, but I will tell you why : it is not books 
that make fine men and tender women, but character! 

Another Man : Why should one pay for others ? Eddikashin 
ain't charity. 

Nichols: See here, it is conscience that makes a man do 
what 's right, not books ! Am I right ? So why pay at- 
tention to figures? If other States can read more books 
and write more useless nonsense, Indiana can show finer 
men and more lovable women, and the way the people 
from the east is coming across the mountains into the 
State of Indiana proves that they know it over there 
theirselves and thet they are leaving their old homes and 
coming to Indiana as fast as they can get here. My 
friends, I thank you. Vote for free schools and higher 
taxes if you want to. 

(Amid roars of applause he comes down. There is a stam- 
pede over to the polls, where the crowd is so great that the 
voting is impeded.) 

Elec. Comm. : Say, Tom, get a couple of fellows and start a 
fight over there, so we can ease off this crowd a bit. We 
are swamped. Stay back there, men! 

(Tom does it with great success; a fine fight is soon going 
on a feiv rods away and the voting goes on more easily. Men 
come through with transit and other instruments, surveying 
for the New Albany and Salem Railroad. The Chairman calls 
to the men to come hack to the speaking.) 

Chairman : Here, men ; here, men ! Speaking ain't over ! It 
is now my privilege as it is always a pleasure to introduce 
to you a man who even though he is a professor at the 

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University, we know better as our own townsman. He 
come from the east and he ain't been here long, but all 
the same he is a real western man! Professor Daniel 
Read. He 's a-going to the Constitutional Convention. 

Crowd : That 's what he is ! We '11 send him there ! 

(General applause as Professor' Read with an infor^mal 
geniality but with nonetheless a fine dignity mounts the plat- 
form and, smiling, bows to the crowd. The principals in the 
fight make it up between them and send all the men to hear 
Professor Read.) 

Read : My friends and fellow-citizens : What are these men 
doing over here ? Do I not understand that they are sur- 
veying the route for a railroad? for the New Albany & 
Salem Railroad that is to pass through Bloomington ? Is it 
not true that many of us have invested money in the bonds 
of this railroad company ? I have taken some of the stock, 
all I could afford, and many of you here before me have. 
I understand that our friend here, Judge Nichols, has 
bought railroad stock. 

Nichols : I have. I believe in the railroad, and I want every- 
one to know it. 

Read : Judge Nichols says that he believes in the railroad and 
has bought stock in it. Can it be that he is so untrue to 
his dear old father and mother as not to be content with 
the means of transportation that they had? (Laughs.) 
My parents wanted me to have greater advantages than 
they had and they toiled and endured hardship that I 
should have them. You and I wish our children to have 
greater advantages than we have had in turn. If we do 
not, then shame on us! Judge Nichols will agree with 
me, I think, in saying that nothing was good enough for 
the old folks. It does not therefore follow that what they 
had was good enough for them. It is our duty to them 
as well as to ourselves and to our children to advance be- 
yond what they had both in the matter of roads and rail- 
roads and in the matter of schools and colleges. (Cheers.) 
You are deciding today whether or not to send me as 
your representative to the Constitutional Convention. 
(Cries of We will! We will!) In the few minutes at my 
disposal I want to tell you of a matter closely concerning 
you and the whole State which will come before the con- 
vention, and I want to tell you what my attitude on the 

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question will be. An attack will be made upon our Uni- 
versity, very probably, in the form of a resolution that 
the income from its land endowment fund be distributed 
among the church colleges of the State in proportion to 
their attendance. If this attack is made, a resolution will 
be introduced by the Hon. John Pettit, of Tippecanoe 
County, to the effect that all trust funds held by the State 
shall remain inviolate, and be faithfully applied to the 
purposes for which the trust was created. This will pro- 
tect the University and also meet all future contingencies 
of like character. My position on this question will be 
found to be as follows : 

This endowment of the University, my friends, is a 
fund, not a single dollar of which the State of Indiana 
ever gave ; a fund of which the State is the mere trustee. 
In regard to this trust fund the State has but a single duty 
to perform, — in all good faith to carry out the purposes 
of the fund. (Cheers.) If in any way, whether by this 
diversion of the funds or by leaving the matter unsettled 
for the present, the faith of the State be not now asserted, 
you may as well destroy the University at once. Compe- 
tent men will not come to it as professors, nor remain 
here ; nor will students resort to an institution the tenure 
of whose existence is uncertain and doubtful. What does 
your University mean to you and to Indiana ? You cannot 
go into any body of men, whether professional, political, 
or literary, in this State in which you will not find the 
sons of your University, Young men of genius and ambi- 
tion, struggling with poverty, through its provisions have 
obtained all the advantages of education which wealth can 
bestow. The rich can send their sons to distant institu- 
tions. Not so with the poor and those of moderate means. 
They must have institutions near at hand, or be excluded 
from their advantages. 

Comments: That's right, what he says. I was going to let 
my boy go to the collidge, but I ain't got money to send 
him away. Sure he 's right. He 's a powerful smart man ! 
He 's a clever feller ! I '11 vote f er him every time, I do n't 
keer what his politics is ! 

Read : Then, further, my fellow-citizens, is there nothing due 
to you who bought the Seminary lands more than thirty 
years ago after the site of the Seminary, which is now the 

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University, had been fixed here, and who bought the lands 
in part at least because it had been fixed here? Is it just 
and honest, is it fair and honorable for the State now to 
scatter the fund and strike a death blow at a town which 
has grown up around this institution? (Cries of No! No! 
It is not right! Hurrah for Read! Cheers!) 

But some say, let some religious denomination buy out 
the University property at Bloomington. What denomi- 
nation wants it? Does yours? Or yours? Will yours 
buy it? Do you ask for a refusal of it for your church? 
No man ever heard me utter a syllable against the noble 
and persevering efforts of some of our religious denomi- 
nations in building up institutions of education. I honor 
them. There is room and work for all. And I feel quite 
sure that, could I have the suffrage of all the colleges of 
the State upon this question, it would be their unanimous 
declaration that the State University has a work to per- 
form which is needed in the field of education in Indiana, 
and which none of them can fill in its place. 

Shall we, as a State, proceed thus in the spirit of reck- 
lessness to tear down our institutions, and even with the 
assent of Congress, violate the trust of 1816 when Indi- 
ana became a State? No! Let it be written broadly and 
boldly upon the Constitution itself that the faith of the 
State is, in regard to these funds as in all matters, to be 
preserved inviolate and sacred, that public faith is a part 
of the Constitution of Indiana. This is the position that 
I shall urge as strongly as may be in me if elected to be 
a member of the Constitutional Convention. As you be- 
lieve with me or not in this matter, vote for me or vote 
against me. 

(Loud and prolonged cheers. Men flock over to the polls and 
pour through the ropes, reach their ballots in over the heads 
of others and call out their votes for Read. The cook comes 
down from the barbecue.) 

CHAffiMAN : Come, men ! Come ! The polls close soon. Hurry 
up there if you want to vote ! 

Cook : Barbecue 's ready ! Barbecue 's ready ! Come, every- 
body! Eat yer fill! 

Men : I voted f er Read, o' course ; he 's the man for us ; he 
knows. But I be dinged ef I b'lieve in raising the taxes ! 

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No sir-ree, I 'm agin free schools. Ef we send Read to 
the Convention thet 's all we need t' do. 

Chairman : Silence, men, silence ! Here 's the vote ! 

Men : Git up on the platform ! Shut up, you fellers ! Go up 
thar, Ben! 

Chairman : The vote on free schools paid for by extra taxes 
is 307 against and 128 for ; lost by 179. (Cheers.) For 
representative to the Constitutional Convention Daniel 
Read is elected. (Loud cheers.) His vote is 383 out of 
the 435 ballots cast. The balance of 42 votes was divided 
among three men. I will not give their names. Daniel 
Read is elected. I present him to you ! 

(There is tremendous shouting and cheering. Professor 
Read is made to go up on the platform and bow again and 
again. There are calls for a speech. Finally, as the only way 
to stop the demonstration, he puts up his hand for silence.) 

Read : My friends and fellow-citizens, I thank you most, most 
sincerely for the confidence you have expressed in me. I 
will do my utmost to be worthy of my irust. (Laughs.) 
It is evident that the people of Bloomington are devoted 
to the interests of their University and of their State, 
and will loyally do their utmost to support it. The cook is 
vociferously making it known that the barbecue is ready. 
Let us all go and enjoy together what has been provided 
for us. 

(With cheers and many crowding up to offer congratula- 
tions and promises of support, all go off together in the direc- 
tion whither the Cook, armed with his big fork, is beckoning 
them.) 



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EPISODE FIVE: NORTH AND SOUTH (1861) 

(From the south end of the grandstand comes a pedlar, cry- 
ing his wares. A few men and women pass along as on the 
street. To them the pedlar tries to show what he has to sell. 
One man stops and pretends to buy, but talks quietly and rap- 
idly with him.) 

Pedlar : Better buy. Good quality as you '11 get in Indian- 
apolis or Louisville. 

Customer: No, not this time; another time maybe. When 
will you be around again? 

Pedlar : About ten days. 

(At the same time three horsemen are seen riding quickly 
up the drive from Kirkwood Avenue. One stops his horse, 
looks over toward the grandstand and starts to ride across. 
He calls to his companions and they also ride across. They 
come up to the pedlar, look at him, then at some of the pas- 
sersby, and then address him. They wear broad-brimmed 
hats, ride freely, are armed, and have handcuffs hanging from 
their saddle horns.) 

Slave Hunter : Hey ! You pedlar ! Seen a wagon with five 
men and two women in it pass this way? A hay wagon. 

Pedlar : No. Seen a wagon, but could n't say it had the 
people you want in it. 

Slave Hunter: Which way did it go? 

Pedlar : Up that way. Passed it about mile or so outside of 
town, going right smart pace. 

Slave Hunter: That may be them. {To his companions) 
Come! 

(Digging spurs into their horses, they gallop off up the road 
the way the pedlar pointed. From the north end of the grand- 
stand comes a hay wagon. On it are two white men, one driv- 
ing, the other sitting on top of the hay and keeping watch; 
both armed. Also on the wagon are three negro men and two 
negro women. The pedlar sees them as they approach, turns 
out of his way to hail them and offers them his wares.) 

Pedlar: Fine kitchen ware! Pots and pans! Take them 

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right home with you ! Cheap as you '11 buy anywhere ! 
—Hello, John! 

Guard: This you, Turner? 

Pedlar: Yes. Which way'd you come? Been looking for 
you. 

Guard: Up through Ira Caswell's, then Cockrum's, and Dr. 
Posey's coal bank at Petersburg; after that around by 
way of Bedford. Safe up here at last, are n't we ? 

Pedlar : No. Lot of people round here from Carolina. They 
came to Indiana to get away from slavery, but they 're not 
abolitionists, so ride close till you get north of Indianap- 
olis. Some slave hunters on your track. 

Guard : Looking for us ? 

Pedlar: What 've you got? 

Guard : Three men and two women. 

Pedlar : Yes, they 've got your description. I sent them up 
that way. I came down that way and knew you had not 
gone along. 

Guard : Get in, you people ! Get in ! 

Pedlar: Yes, get in. Tom (to driver), you better turn up 
that way and take the back wood road up above Morgan- 
town. 
(The negroes jump down off the wagon, keeping close, evi- 
dently much frightened. The guard pitches off a few forks 
of hay, disclosing a large hole in the middle of the load. One 
by one the negroes then climb up and get down into the hole, 
after which the guard replaces some hay loosely 07i top again.) 

Guard : Sit close in there. Do n't bulge the hay out, so it *11 
show. 
(The hay wagon drives off by the Obser-vatory. The pedlar 
continues to cry his wares. Again people pass through, some 
of them talking quite excitedly about the general situation. 
Ladies shoiv some feeling of prejudice and of preference to- 
ward those they meet. The pedlar lingers in the neighbor- 
hood. A telegraph boy goes through.) 

Man : Any news from Washington, boy ? 

Boy : No, sir. Private despatch for Abram Buskirk. 

Second Man : We must preserve the law on both sides until 
the slavery question is amicably settled. 

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Third Man (leading a horse) : That will never be. We might 
as well be well prepared. The South is getting ready and 
is sending spies all through the North and agents to con- 
fer with Copperheads and Butternuts. 

Second Man: You only do harm by stirring up hostility. 
You do more harm than good. 

Third Man : We must be ready. 

(The slave hunters come back. One sees the pedlar, and 
beckons him to him. The third man notices this and ap- 
proaches them.) 

Slave Hunter: You say you saw the wagon go that way? 

Pedlar : I saw a wagon go that way. Be careful, there are 
abolitionists around here. 

Slave Hunter (to the others) : This man will help us. He 's 
all right. 

Pedlar : I come from Carolina. 

Slave Hunter: How many men were there on the wagon 
that you saw? 

Pedlar : Two. Two white men up on top the hay. I thought 
I saw two others walking by the load, but they were on 
the other side of the wagon from me. I could not see 
them, if they were black or white. I never thought. 

Slave Hunter: Ha! Hm! 

Pedlar: How far did you go? As far as the forks? And 
then which way? 

Third Man: What you want 'round here? 

Slave Hunter : What are you ? What 's that to you ? 

Third Man : Enough. That way 's your road. Ho, fellows, 
I tell them that 's their road ! 

Others : That 's what it is. 

(Other young men come up and join the third man. Others 
still come in, some on horseback, some on foot, and gather 
around the third man. The slave hunters start to draw their 
revolvers. The third man stops them by a sign of his hand as 
several of his friends start to draw also.) 

Third Man : We want no trouble here. Now leave ! 

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(The slave hunters take a look ai'ound, judge the time for 
resistance would he ill-advised, and sullenly ride off the way 
they came. The others watch them as they go. The slave 
hunters, after they have gone hack a way, stop and look up the 
other way, considering whether or not to try that road. There- 
upon the Northerners start after them and follow them out.) 

Third Man: Fellows, we must take this up systematically, 
and do as we said, — organize. Come to my house, all of 
you, tonight and we will organize the Monroe County 
Night Watchers. 

Others : All right. We' 11 be there. 

Third Man : Bring others, — if you know for sure that they 
are all right. — Say, what are those fellows doing now? 
Let 's after them and see them out of town and a good 
piece on their way. 

(Excitement becomes evident among the people.) 

Man: What! Have you heard the news? Sumter is fired 
on ; actually fired on. 

Others : Fired on ? War ! 

Man : The President has called for troops ! Thank God we 
have a company all ready, drilled and prepared to go ! 

(There is great confusion and ever-increasing excitement. 
People hurry hack and forward, telling each other the news, 
women and young people as well as men. The Court House 
hell rings. Bugles and drums are heard calling the recruits to 
arms. Here and there a young soldier hurries through, more 
and more frequently. At last an officer. Captain James R. 
Kelley, and a sergeant, James S. Black, ex- 61, come in, fol- 
lowed hy fife and drum and hugler.) 

Kelley : Sound assembly ! 

(The bugle sounds first call for assembly and then the fife 
and drum take up the call until the bugle sounds again. The 
soldiers come pouring in. Their families and friends also 
come with them. The assembly itself is sounded. There is 
silence as the company is formed. Miss Mary Maxwell and 
Miss Mary Anna Ballantine come in, carrying a beautiful new 
flag which the young women of the town and of the Seminary 
have made for the company. They are also accompanied by 
one of the ministers of the town and by the Mayor of Bloom- 
ington. All the people sing The Battle Hymn of the Re- 

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PUBLIC. At the end, the two young ladies advance toward the 
company. Miss Ballantine holds the flag, as Miss Maxwell 
speaks, reading her address from manuscript.) 

Miss Maxwell: We come to bid you God-speed, Our fair 
land, which a few short weeks ago lay in tranquility and 
repose, is now bristling with bayonets. With drums beat- 
ing and banners floating upon the breeze, the streets of 
our towns and cities are thronged with soldiers. Our bar- 
racks and our public buildings are filled to overflowing; 
the camps and tents are full, for the southern leaders 
have trained their guns on the flag and Sumter has fallen. 

You are fighting for your country and your country's 
honor. Fight on until our flag is again hailed with that 
allegiance and honor, love and respect that is its due, and 
which until recently it has ever received. When this is 
accomplished, then stay thy hand. Hold out the olive 
branch to your misguided brothers. We know them to be 
generous and daring, gallant and brave. While you are 
a sturdy foe, be also a magnanimous one. 

This banner in behalf of your mothers, wives, sisters, 
and friends we now present to you. The flag of our infant 
colonies, the flag of our Revolutionary sires, the flag 
which proudly asserts and maintains our country's pres- 
ent greatness, we commit to your keeping. We will pray 
that the God of battles may watch over you, shield and 
protect you from every danger and return you in safety 
to your homes. 

(Miss Maxwell takes the flag from Miss Ballantine and 
steps forward with it.) 

Capt. Kelley : Sergeant Black, you receive the flag. 

(Sergeant Black takes the flag from Miss Maxwell and turns 
with it to his comrades, holding it high over his head.) 

Black : Boys, will you be loyal to this flag, and die for it if 
necessary? 

All (with a great shout) : We will! 

Black (turning around to Miss Maxwell again) : Every man 
has answered for himself. We will be loyal to the flag. 
We will fight under it and for it, — and, if it be our lot, we 
will gladly die under it. We all of us thank you for the 
flag more than I can say. It will represent you to us, our 
mothers and sisters and wives and friends who made it, 

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as well as our country. We promise you to be worthy 
of you and it. 

"Flag of the free heart's hope and home, 
By angel hands to valor given ! 
Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, 
And all thy hues were born in heaven ! 
Forever float that standard sheet, 
Where breathes the foe but falls before us, 
With Freedom's soil beneath our feet. 
And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us !" 

Kelley: Present, arms! 

(Sergeant Black returns with the flag to his place in the 
center of the company. The fife and drums sound as Captain 
Kelley brings his company to Carry and then to Right Shoul- 
der and marches them off to the drive and then down Kirk- 
wood Avenue. The mothers and families and friends wave to 
them as they go, keeping cheerful as best they may, but 
heartily sending them forth on the path of duty and loyalty.) 



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EPISODE SIX: THE NEW REGIME (1883) 

(Enter the three Monroe County Commissioners, W. S. 
Walker, J. D. Handy, and William B. Baker, with the archi- 
tect, discussing the plans for the proposed new Court House.) 

Walker : Splendid ! Splendid ! 

Handy : That will put Monroe County ahead ! 

Architect: How soon will you be able to begin? 

Walker: At once. At once. 

Baker: We have the bonds. 

Walker: There they are! {producing bonds) $50,000 for the 
new Court House ! 

(Nat U. Hill comes along. He greets the others cordially, 
and shakes hands with the architect.) 

Baker: What do you think of those plans, Mr. Hill? 

Hill (looking over the plans carefully) : Fine! Very sat- 
isfactory! Bloomington must have the best and (turning 
to the architect) it looks as if you were giving it to us. 

(The County Commissioners and the architect go out. At 
the same time Dr. James D. Maxwell, Prof. Elisha Ballantine, 
Prof. Theophilus A. Wylie, and Prof. Daniel Kirkwood come 
in, very much worried, harassed in manner. As soon as they 
see Mr. Hill, they go straight toward him.) 

Maxwell: Have you heard anything, Mr. Hill? 

Hill : Nothing yet. Dr. Maxwell. 

Ballantine : What shall we do ? What shall we do, Mr. Hill, 
if the Legislature turns down the bill appropriating the 
funds for the University this year? 

Kirkwood : We should have to close the University. 

Maxwell : We are in peculiarly straitened circumstances. 

Wylie : We could not weather it ! 

Hill : I know we are. But I am hopeful. Dr. Maxwell, that 
we shall not lose. 

Ballantine : Is there not something that you can do, some- 
one whose assistance you can invoke? 

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Hill : We have done everything that we can, Doctor. 

Kirkwood: But the opposition to the University is very 
strong, and — 

Hill: Yes. Do not be discouraged, Doctor. All we can do 
at present is wait. Be sure of one thing, as long as I live 
I will not fail the University. Indeed, really, — the bill we 
have had introduced for a permanent endowment fund for 
the University, — I really hope it may go through. 

Maxwell : If only it might ! If only it might ! But the ene- 
mies of the University have too strong a hold on the Leg- 
islature for us to get that this session. I shall be thankful 
if we can keep our usual appropriation. 

Hill : The enemy feel strong, and they have good reason for 
it. Therefore I am hopeful that we may catch them. 
However, I have asked Judge McMullen of Aurora to 
telegraph me as soon as the vote is taken. 

Ballantine : May it not be necessary to accede something to 
those who wish to remove the University from Blooming- 
ton, rather than to let it be given up entirely ? 

Wylie:I must say they present a very cogent argument. 

Hill: The University shall not be discontinued, and it shall 
not be taken away from Bloomington. That is the scheme 
of the other side. If they can put it out of business here, 
then in another year, they will revive it and move it. 

(Smoke is seen to curl up from one of the University build- 
ings beyound the trees. Professor David Starr Jordan comes 
hurriedly and with great delight from the direction of town, 
waving his umbrella. No one has yet noticed the smoke.) 

Jordan : Passed ! Passed ! It has passed ! 

Maxwell : What has passed ? 

Jordan : The permanent endowment bill ! 

Hill: That 's all right ! 

Others : Thank God ! Thank God for His mercies and bless- 
ings! 

Jordan : We owe this chiefly to you, Mr. Hill ! 

Maxwell: Under God, we do, we do. 

Hill : Well, by thunder, the University is safe now, anyway ! 

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Maxwell : Everything is safe. 

(There is mutual shaking hands, interrupted by a cry of 
"Fire!" repeated more and more. The men, startled, turn and 
see the smoke and the flames.) 

Jordan : Can it be the University ! 

Hill : It is ; it is the University ! 

Ballantine: All is lost! 

(They instantly start off in the direction of the fire. The 
Bloomington Fire Department responds. The hand-drawn en- 
gine rushes through. People of the toiun make a continuous 
stream of people hurrying in that direction, as the flames 
mount higher and higher and the smoke pours tqj more and 
more dense. Mr. Hill returns. He stands, a lone, solitary 
figure, watching the conflagration, and then walks off in the 
opposite direction, toward town, in a very determined man- 
ner. Dr. Maxwell and the three professors return, greatly agi- 
tated.) 

Ballantine : The Library is burning ! It will all be lost ! 

Kirkwood: The new astronomical instruments! 

Wylie: The David Dale Owen geological museum will be de- 
stroyed ! 

Maxwell : The records ! In some way they must be preserved ! 

Wylie: The ichtheosaurus ! Oh the ichtheosaurus ! We must 
save it ! It cost $2,000 ! Save the ichtheosaurus ! 

(They go running back to rally help for their special de- 
partments. The noise and excitement of the fire continue. Dr. 
Wylie runs back again, in vain trying to find means to rescue 
the ichtheosaurus. Then four firemen come from the fire, 
carrying a large cast of a turtle, which they put with pride 
down on the ground.) 

Firemen : Here, Dr. Wylie, here 's your icktheo-what's-its- 
name! 

Wylie : Where, oh where ! That is not the ichtheosaurus ; that 
is only a turtle ! 

(Alfred R. Rowe, the University Treasurer, joins the dis- 
tressed group.) 

Maxwell : All is lost, Mr. Howe ! All is lost ! 

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Howe: And just when prosperity seemed to be at our doors 
at last ! 

Maxwell: Nothing can prevent it now. This is the occasion 
the enemies of the University wanted. They will move the 
University now, if not do away with it. 

Howe : That is the danger. Yes, that is certain to be the result. 

All: Everything is indeed lost! 

(Mr. Hill, the three Monroe County Commissioners, Gen. 
Morton C. Hunter, Henry Clay Duncan, John H. Louden, and 
Capt. W. J. Allen come toward the group. At the same time 
Judge Myers and Mr. Jenkinson of the Board of Trustees 
come up.) 

Walker : Dr. Maxwell and gentlemen of the Board of Trustees, 
speaking as senior member of the Monroe County Board 
of Commissioners, I have to say that we have come in be- 
half of the people of Monroe County to present to the 
University the sum of $50,000. Everyone realizes the 
disastrous results that may come not only to the Univer- 
sity but to the city of Bloomington and to the whole county 
as well and this action has therefore without delay for 
formality been determined upon. 

Maxwell : What's all this ? What does it mean ? What are you 
doing ? I must understand. 

Myers: Where does this money come from? 

Maxwell : Wherever it comes from, I am sure under the prov- 
idence of God, Mr. Hill has something to do with this 
great benefaction. 

Hill : Well, by thunder, the University is safe anyway. 

Myebs : But where does the money come from ? 

Walker: It is the $50,000 the County had raised for a new 
Court House. The University needs the money more than 
Monroe County needs a new Court House. 

Hunter : And Monroe County needs the University more than 
it needs a new Court House. 

Duncan : It was an emergency and had to be met in some way. 

Several : But what will the County do for a Court House? 

Hill: We shall have to get along with the one we have a 
while longer. 

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^|^^yj^ji4,^That may be for another whole generation. 

HitiL»tOSfes;E)for about twenty-five years or so, as I figure it. 

WALKER :"^^fif t^ '^{ifess 3ye can repair or remodel the old Court 
\r9no^Q^i ^^£ ^'^t'rii-^sO and then it will answer its purpose 

MA3^\\^L^pG^lit|ei|iei^ speaking as President of the Board 
ff^, of Trustees of Indiana University, I must express the 
jjj ij^^^f;ty ajid grateful appreciation of tjie University for 
.f^fjjkl^ ig;ft from the people of: Monroe County and assure 
them that the University is sincerely devoted to the in- 
terests of its neighbors herejn Bloomington and vicinity. 

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Mfellgi^ft'^es'M^miv^r^it^! i^'tf&'nbMe'giflPP ^^^^^ 

Hill : ^Nothing, could have been w;or^e, than to let Bloqitjin^pn, 
lose the University. Something had to be done to eniable 
the University to rebuild on a scale such as will forever 

^^'^^^^settlethe question 6f removal."^' \^\\>ivr*o-vc^c^j:3 biMv \\<^^\T:-) 

■"".'■ - ^U^^^'> r*0. i>i\"> \)vn' 3U\03q 95\T .iivo g'j f}'M\ 9j\''? .owo-s\ 

Maxwell: That is indeed settled, for a genpi^^ti^pn^^t^fl'l^^^r^ 
And of equal importance, this generous help ensures vital 
and cordial cooperation between the city and the Univer- 
sity for years and years to come. 

Myers : Gentlemen, this conflagration is a torch lighting the 
path of the future, not merely a destructive blaze in our 
way. The University must take a fresh start from this 
time forth. This noble gift of the people makes it pos- 
sible and makes it obligatory. Ought we not move the 
University to a new campus, better situated for the future 
growth of the institution ? 

Trustees : That is true. We should move the campus. 

Jenkinson : New work calls for a new man. I wish to call 
to your minds the question of the new President, whom we 
must elect. Who shall it be? 

Hill : There he comes ! There comes the new man ! 

(Mr. Hill points to where is seen coming toward them the 
tall, massive figure of David Starr Jordan, followed by his dog. 
He comes toward them. They greet him cordially and with 
some significance of manner, though not apprising him of 
their intentions.) 

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Maxwell : Dr. Jordan, the Trustees are considering the ques- 
tion of moving the University to a new site here in Bloom- 
ington, and with the money from the insurance, $20,000, 
the money given by the County, $50,000, and the money 
that would be realized from the sale of the old campus, 
making a new start in every particular, on a scale that 
would forever settle all question of the permanency of 
the University and its place in the State and in the nation. 
We should like to know what educational policy would, in 
your opinion, best develop our resources and opportuni- 
ties. 

Jordan : Study by investigation and the development of pure 
and applied science. Every field of knowledge is vital 
with power for culture, so it be properly, scientifically 
studied. 

Trustees : We are glad to hear you say so. We agree with 
you. 

(They nod approvingly to each other. All turn to go hack 
home. The fire is out. The people and the fire engine come 
streaming back.) 



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III. THE AGE OF WOOD AND STONE 

With brilliant music based on the Hope and Determination 
motifs, there rush out at either end of the grandstand groups 
of spirits that immediately radiate out with a center of De- 
termination spirits at the bases and rays of Hope spirits shoot- 
ing out from them. A vibration of these rays continues 
through the interlude. 

From these groups comes on one side with the motif of 
Light in the music the figure of the University, and from the 
other side the figure of the City. They ascend the slope and 
meet at the top near the Observatory, where they give each 
other salutation. The music softens as the two geniuses of 
the community call upon each other for mutual help in the 
service of the people. 

The City : The fire, the holy fire of civic life, 

Thou Spirit Guardian of the Higher Things, 
Now kindle with thy torch of Light and Truth 
Before the portals of my children's homes! 

The University: But where the altar, where the sacred 
hearth. 
Whereon the purifying fire shall burn? 

The City : An altar I will build of mine own rock. 

The University : Then from thy homes shall come the fire 
of life. 
And all the blessing of the State abide 
Here by thine altar fire through endless days! 

The City : So on this hillside should we build a seat 
Whereon might Indiana sit enthroned! 

The University : Together then forever shall we serve 
The gathering generations of the State ! 

The City : That altar I will build, that throne erect ! 
O ye who quarry forth and shape my rock 
To fashion high the stately dreams of men, — 
O ye who hew my trees and carve their trunks 
To serve the needs of daily human life, — 
Build here an altar ; here erect a throne ! 

At the command the motion among the spirits becomes 

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much more accented, and from either end comes a short pro- 
cession representing one the stone and the other the furni- 
ture industries of Bloomington. The music becomes a stately 
march. In the lead on both sides come several spirits of De- 
termination, while other spirits of Determination and spirits 
of Hope are interspersed in the procession. The wotknien 
and women in both processions are accompanied by their iSam 
Hies. They are costumed in a beautiful conventionalization of 
their usual overalls and dresses. The two industrial groups 
meet moving in a semi-ellipse and later pass out at theioppo-* 
site sides. l^rjo-nO 

In the van of both industrial groups come two wagons, "dne 
with blocks of oolitic stone for an altar, the other with shaped 
pieces of wood for a massive seat or throne. These are taken 
out, carried up to the place where the City and the Unrversity 
stand and put together. Other of the workmen and womfen 
bring wood for fuel which they leave by the rising altari. Thfe 
throne is placed farther up the hill than the altar. As this 
proceeds the Indiana motif becomes stronger and stro^nger ^jib 
the music. As the City and the University light the com- 
munity fire and the smoke rises through the air, the figure of 
Indiana appears at the top of the hill, her hands ^raised in 
blessing over the fire. She comes down and takes her seat on 
the throne. The three figures remain there throti^h ihie f ^kt 
of the pageant, the City holding the State flag. 

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EPISODE SEVEN: THE CITY SCHOOLS 

(A Backwood Jay, aspirant for office, and two citizens 
of Bloomington come in, talking assiduously. From the other 
direction slouches a tramp. The tramp gets a glimpse of Jay 
and evinces interest and tries to keep around so as to get a 
chance to talk with him.) 

Jay: Maybe I am what yer might call a newcomer. Still 
I 'm not asking for no sort of real office. I just say, 
Git me elected School Superintendent and I will go with- 
out any money, 'cepting the salary. And I '11 set an ex- 
ample of economy in the administration of the schools. 
D 'ye see ? 

Brown: Taxes are high. We need economy in the city ad- 
ministration. 

Jay: Of course you do! And where should you begin? At 
home ! That 's the schools. 

Green : Maybe we might get along as well, the way you say. 
But I do n't know as we 'd ought to fire the Superintend- 
ent we 've got now. 

Jay: Why not? He's been there — ^how long? What good 
is he anyway? What has he done for ^/ow.^ Now if I were 
Superintendent, — if you had any young friend you wanted 
to do a favor to, wanted to help make a start in life, all 
you need do would be give him a note to me. D' yer see? 

Brown: That might be all right for teachers, but I don't 
know no teachers, not that I think of. Teachers are n't 
much in politics. 

Jay : But anyone can teach. They do. Just while they 're 
getting a start in life ; do n't know what else to do. Think 
of all the great men and women that began with teach- 
ing, and then went into something else! 

Green : That 's a fact. But they seem to think that you need 
special training to be a teacher nowadays. 

Jay : Pooh ! They 've got lots of tall notions nowadays. 
Just their graft, to hold on to their jobs, — that 's all. The 
good old three R's ! A man what really knows them has 
all the education he needs if he 's got the stuff in him. 
That may be putting it strong, but — you understand. I 

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was brought up on the spellin' book and the birch switch 
and little else. Lickin' an' larnin', they used to call it. 
Nothin' like it! Nothin' like it! 

Brown : Well, it 's pretty nice, some of the things they teach 
the children these days. I wish I 'd been taught 'em ! 

Jay: Oh yes, nice! And pretty! You have said it exactly. 
But this is a matter of business and politics, and nothing 
must interfere. Now I know what you want, d' ye see ? 
and I 'm in a position to help you, but if I 'm Superin- 
tendent of Schools of Bloomington I can help you more. 
So why let anything like theories about education come in 
between ? 

Brown: Well, I don't know, — maybe it 's just different ways 
of running schools, and I do n't say but what you 'd run 
'em all right. 

Jay : Sure. Now you 're talking. And we can get this 
all fixed up in no time. Anyone you want to help a bit, 
— d' ye see ? — send 'em to me ! You help me, too. With 
the two of you and your influence, it 's all done. 

Green : Well, I do n't quite like turning on this man. He 's 
been pretty good as a Superintendent, I think, and I like 
him, sort of a friend of mine. 

Jay: All right. So much the better. You can go to him as 
a friend and tell him confidentially that his ideas are all 
right and so forth and we have not anything against him, 
but he 's had his turn and he ought to give some one else 
a chance. 

Green : But he — 

Jay: Bah! Turn him out, the way you turned Margaret 
McCalla out. You were not squeamish then! A fine 
woman and a fine teacher! You did not hesitate about 
turning her out, so why hesitate now? You're nothing 
but a pair of grafters anyway ! You throw out Margaret 
McCalla and then choke on throwing this man out for me, 
do you ? That 's friendship ! See here ! Are you for me 
or against me? That's the whole point here, d'ye see? 
Come out in the open and tell me square, man to man! 
Do you want me for a friend or an enemy? 

Green: Of course I want you for a friend — 

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Jay: Of course you do. And you can try me right off. 
Go and send me any young friend of yours you like and 
as soon as I have the schools in my hands I *11 find him a 
nice little berth, see if I don't. Come on, now. You 
turned Miss McCalla out for a friend. Do it again! Turn 
this feller out for me ! 

Green : Well, — 

(They part, leaving in opposite directions. Jay starts off 
and then stops, turns back and watches the two citizens depart 
with considerable satisfaction. The tramp comes shuffling up 
to Jay, begging in a very abject manner.) 

Tramp: Would you give a poor man ten cents to get some- 
thing to eat ? I have n't had a bite since — 

Jay : Be off with you ! Go to work ! 

Tramp : I cannot get work. I 've tried for three weeks now 
and my poor old mother — 

Jay : Come, get out of here, with your poor old mother. That 
does not go with me. 

Tramp : Then shell out to an old partner. Bill. 

Jay: What are you talking about? Who are you? 

Tramp : Do n't you know me, Bill ? Sure we hit the road to- 
gether enough, and not so long since, neither. 

Jay: Well, I'll be— Is it you, Mike? But don't hang 

around me this way. I do n't want — 

Tramp : You do n't want to be seen with me, eh ? Well, then, 
help me out, and I '11 be nothing but a beggar. What 
you doin' here, Worthless Bill? 

Jay : I 'm living here. I 'm a citizen of Bloomington now. 
Married and — 

Tramp : And goin' to be Superintendent of Schools, eh ? 

Jay : How 'd you know ? 

Tramp: I have ears. Superintendent of Schools! What do 
you know about schools? 

Jay: All I need to know. 

Tramp : Hully Gee ! You 're a good one ! Citizen of Bloom- 
ington ! Put that on your visiting cards, nice and fancy, 

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eh? A worthless citizen you be, like you always was as 
a tramp! Worthless Bill! Your clothes ain't changed 
yer! 

Jay: Get out of here! — Hold on, say! You might be of 
use to me if you want to, and I 'd give you a chance to 
make a bit for yourself — Go on ; here 's someone coming. 

(The tramp pretends to beg again but hangs around as a 
couple of young applicants for teachers' positions come in. 
One, a young man named Black, comes in with Brown; the 
other, a young woman, with Green, — the citizens who before 
were talking to Jay.) 

Black : I — a — wanted to make your acquaintance. 

Jay: Glad to meet you! 

Brown : A young friend of mine, who is thinking of making 
education his life work, and I told him you would be able 
to advise him. 

Jay : Glad to see him ! 

Green: And this is my daughter. 

Jay : Yes, glad to see you. Miss ; glad to make your acquain- 
tance. I shall hope to see more of you both, especially if 
you aim to be teachers. Now you have friends, and — 
until the future policy of the Bloomington schools is set- 
tled, there will be opportunity for you to be of great serv- 
ice to me, which, I assure you, I shall appreciate, d' ye 
see? 

(A Doctor comes in with a broad grin, carrying a physi- 
cian's bag and extending his hand.) 

Doctor : Congratulations, my dear sir, congratulations ! You 
are a father! 

Jay : What ! And how is the wife ? How is she ? 

Doctor : Doing splendidly ! Doing splendidly ! 

Jay : And I 'm a father ! All right, is she? 

Doctor: Doing as well as they possibly could, — both mother 
and children. 

Jay: Children? 

Doctor : Twins, my dear sir ! You are the father of twins ! 

Jay : Twins ! 

Doctor : Twins. A fine, bouncing boy, and a darling girl ! 

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Jay : Hully Gee ! 

Tramp : Haw ! Haw ! Haw ! One on you ! Two on you ! 

Jay : Get out of this ! 

Doctor: Fine, healthy children! The nurses are bringing 
ing them for their father to see ! Here they are ! 

(Two nurses bring in the children, each carrying one. Jay 
looks pretty rueful at first and depressed. The tramp hangs 
around, laughing and mocking him. Jay looks first at one 
and then at the other infant. Then he laughs, slaps his leg 
and gets more and more excited and delighted as he goes back 
and forth from one to the other.) 

Nurse : Take him ! Hold him ! 

Jay : I do n't know how. 

Nurse : Here, I '11 show you. 

Tramp : Ha, ha, ha ! 

(The doctor and the nurse initiate Jay into the art of hold- 
ing a baby. He gets more and more delighted and laughs with 
parental pride.) 

Jay: Ha, ha! Mine! I can feel him on my arm! Is this 
the him or the her? Ha, ha, ha! Give me the other one, 
too! 

(The doctor and the two nurses show him how to hold two 
babies at the same time and help him to do it.) 

Jay: Ha, ha, ha! Say, Brown, want to hold them? No, 
I guess you would better not ! Won't let you ! You might 
drop them! 

Tramp : You 're good for nothing but the lunatic asylum or 
some kind of a home now! 

Jay: Get out of here! Get out of here, I tell you! (The 
tramp goes only a short way off, however.) 

Black : If I might have a word with you, sir, — 

Jay : Sure ; all you want. 

(He gives the children back to the nurses but makes them 
stay there near him, so he can see the children and watch 
them.) 

Jay : Yes, sir ! Now what can I do for you ? 

Black : Mr. Brown was telling me — 

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Jay : Oh, yes ; want a job, eh ? 

Black : Well, we thought we would like to try teaching — 

Jay: Oh! (Looks at the children, then at young Black and 
Green's daughter). Oh! But what do you know about 
teaching? What do you know about children? 

Black : We do not pretend to long experience in that line — 

Brown: But say. Jay, you know what you was a-telling 
Green and me about all this. That 's what they mean. 
They do n't know nothing about teaching. That 's not 
the point. They — 

Jay: That is the point! 

Green : No, it 's not, 'cause you 're going to be Superinten- 
dent of Schools. 

Jay : I'm. not going to be Superintendent of Schools ! What 
do I know about running schools? That was all 
right before for other people's children, but by Gee Whit- 
aker! do you understand these children of mine will be 
going to school before long ! Do you understand ? They '11 
be going to school and the schools must be in fine shape 
for them. I '11 not risk them with me as Superintendent 
of Schools, no sir-ree! What do I know about picking 
good teachers? Look at that one now! Ain't he cute? 
When they go to school the teachers must know their job 
all around and upside down and they must have had 
experience! They must be women like Margaret McCalla! 
No new greenhorns! This education business is expert 
work and I won't stand for anyone monkeying with my 
children ! Do you understand ! This man — what 's his 
name? Myers! — Myers is going to run these schools. 
Doctor, how 's the milk of this town ? Is it fit for my chil- 
dren to drink? Do they look like me, doctor, or like their 
mother? Heigho! Heigho! Ain't they the cutest ever! 
Then, the University, — what about that? I must see 
President Bryan right off! 

All: What? What do you mean ? 

Jay : My children will be going to the University in fifteen 
or twenty years, first thing you know. What do I know 
about the University, whether it is fit to receive my chil- 
dren or not? You cannot make a good University in two 
weeks ! 

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All: But it is a good University, man. It is a great Uni- 
versity ! 

Jay: Well, it may be, but I want to know about it myself! 
If it is a great University now, it must be a greater Uni- 
versity. I do n't know what it needs. I 'm going to find 
out that. I 'm going to ask President Bryan what it 
needs, and then I 'm going to see that they get it. But 
it must be ready in every way or I '11 not let my children 
go there ! 

Green : But what 's the matter with you ? 

Jay : What 's the matter with me ? These are my children, 
do you understand ! 

Brown : But what are you taking into your head to become 
such a friend of the University all of a sudden? Just 
now you want to take the superintendency of schools 
yourself, and here in ten minutes you won't stand for hav- 
ing the job but swear that Myers must stay in. 

Jay : I 'm not a friend of the University, you fool, and I 'm 
not a friend of Myers ! I *m a friend of my own chil- 
dren ! Just look at them ! Just look at them ! I am sure 
the University ought to have more money. What can the 
Legislature be doing! By glory, they must understand 
that they have got to look out for my children ! 

Applicants: But we — but we — ^what shall we do? 

Jay: You? You? You? What can you do ? Can you teach? 
If so, prove it, and prove it before my children get to 
school. I want only experts to teach my children, women 
like Margaret McCalla. The University can help the 
schools a lot in that, by Gemini ! I 'm sure it can. This 
is an important matter ! 

Tramp : Man, you 're crazy. You Ve gone crazy over your 
children. 

Jay : Crazy ! 

All : Yes, he 's crazy. 

Jay: Crazy! Crazy! Crazy! Ha, ha, ha! Worse than 
that ! I 've got common sense ! Give me those children ! 
I must take them to their mother, and then I 'm going to 
see Superintendent Myers about their education. They 
must have the best. And he *11 know all about it ! 

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Doctor: Let the nurses take them. 

Jay: No, they might drop them! 

All : He 's crazy ; he 's crazy ! 

Jay: Crazy, am I? You go have children, — twins! — and 



see 



(He starts off with the two children in his arms to take them 
to their mother and then to go see Superintendent Myers, the 
others, doctor, nurses, — all of them trailing after him, the 
tramp bringing up the rear.) 



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EPISODE EIGHT: THE BLOOMINGTON CHAMBER 
OF COMMERCE 

(The Secretary-Manager of the Bloomington Chamber of 
Commerce and an Unconvinced citizen come in together. Mr. 
Brusch is trying to convince the Unconvinced of the value of 
the Chamber to him as a business man and as a citizen and 
member of the community.) 

The Unconvinced : No, no. I get along very well with my 
business as it is. Nothing against you personally, but I 
do not want other people knowing too much about my 
affairs. 

Brusch : No disadvantage, and great mutual advantage to 
every member, you would find. 

(A Member of the Chamber comes along.) 

Member: Ha, Brusch? The Chamber saved me a nice bit 
of money ! 

Brusch : How 's that? 

Member : I '11 confess that when the Chamber first took up 
that Retail Credit Information Bureau scheme, I was 
doubtful of it. But it has just saved me $150 all right, 
today! I was just going to let a man have some goods 
for that amount, and I stopped and told the clerk to tele- 
phone down to the Chamber and see about the man. I 
learned that he was graded low, had one good-sized ac- 
count running more than two years where he came from. 

Unconvinced : Hm ! 

Member: Name was Bachelor, Joseph Bachelor. 

Unconvinced: What! Joseph Bachelor? I sold him a bill 
of goods yesterday on credit. Promised to pay in a month. 
He looked honest and business-like. 

Member : Oh, yes, he looks all right. I *11 say that for him. 
Then you saved me a lot of time at least and maybe a 
lot of money on that advertising swindle last week. 

Brusch : He was a good one, was n't he ! 

Member : He was the smoothest proposition that ever walked 
into my office. 

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Unconvinced: What was that? 

Brusch : Indiana Promoting Association they called them- 
selves. 

Unconvinced: I took that up. What 's the matter with it? 

Brusch : Oh, nothing, maybe. Worthless to put it mildly. 
Pure fake, if you want my straight opinion. We looked 
it up pretty carefully. 

Member: Aren't you a member of the Chamber? Better 
join ! 

Unconvinced : Well, I '11 think of it again, I guess. It has 
its good points, but frankly I think it meddles too much in 
politics. And I 'm not the only one that thinks so either. 

Member: Its attitude in public questions is determined on 
the floor of the house. Every member has a chance to 
express himself. 

Brusch : The majority rules when the majority wants to rule 
and takes the trouble to do what is necessary to rule. 

Unconvinced: Yes, but — Why go into public questions? 

Member: Because we are public citizens. The Chamber is 
a sort of voluntary town meeting organized by the busi- 
ness men. 

Brusch: Just in proportion as the Chamber of Commerce 
takes a stand on public questions will it be a real power 
in the community. It may not always be right ; it may be 
often wrong. But right or wrong, it will command re- 
spect only as it speaks. 

Member : The Chamber is a means for us all to get together 
for the welfare of the whole community, like a telephone 
system. Brusch here is our central. We keep in touch 
with each other through him, and we get behind him for 
all we are worth in any action the Chamber votes to take. 

Unconvinced: What are you doing now? 

Brusch : We have just secured the Dixie Highway. It is 
coming right through Bloomington and Monroe County. 
That will bring lots of business here and good business 
every day. In fact, we organized the campaign for the 
Dixie all the way from Indianapolis to Louisville. 

Unconvinced: The deuce you did! 

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Member : We are giving the city a set of traffic posts today. 
See, here is one now. 

(A wagon with traffic posts drives in. The driver places 
one in the middle of the road and drives on. A policeman 
comes and takes his place by the traffic post. Automobiles 
drive through, and the officer regulates the traffic, requiring 
observance of the rules. There is a good stream of traffic. 
Two cars come along with streamers advertising the Indiana- 
Purdue game. It stops as two members of the Chamber of 
Commerce and two students get out and pass around some 
hand-bills of the game. 

Two wagons come along, country wagons, loaded with farm 
produce. One farmer is the progressive type and his produce 
shows the results even at first glance both as to quality and 
quantity. The other is of the conservative type and he looks it. 
His produce is pretty poor and small in quantity. The teams 
correspond to their characters: one has an automobile truck, 
the other a dilapidated mule. The mule team comes along first, 
and then the automobile catches up with it and passes it be- 
fore it comes to a stop.) 

Loder: Hello, Mr. Brusch! Any news about that county 
farm agent? 

Brusch : Purdue will send one here just as soon as they can 
find a good man. The demand is greater than the supply ; 
that is our trouble. 

Loder : Well, I hope we '11 get him soon. We need him. I 've 
a mind to go up there myself. I want to know about the 
Hessian fly. I figure out I might save my crop by it. 
Hello, Jake ! You ought to go in for this. A county farm 
agent could help you a lot. 

Skinner : Well, I ain't seed yet thet he 'd do nothing f er me. 
What some feller what never seen my farm know about 
my place? 

Loder : He knows more about it with his eyes shut than you 
do with your eyes open, — that 's what he knows about it. 
But all the same, he can't do anything for your farm 
against your will. But if you get your eyes open and 
work with him, you can do a heap sight with your place. 
That 's the way it was with me. 

Skinner : Well, you had good luck and you '11 not deny it. 
The weather and all 'a ben agin me; hed sickness; my 

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land gone poor ; com grew in thin ; and could n't git good 
prices. So, what 's the use? Yer can't raise nothing with- 
out land. Reckon I '11 go somers else and try my luck 'ith 
a new place. 

Loder: Join the Bloomington Chamber of Commerce, Jake, 
like I did, and help get a county farm agent. That will do 
more for you than luck! 

Skinner: No sir-ree! I ain't got time nor money to be 
foolin' around with new-fangled notions like thet ar. I 've 
got ter work fer my livin'. 

Brusch : There you are. 

Unconvinced : The man 's a fool. A county agent would be 
the best thing on earth for him. The man 's a fool. 

Brusch : He 's not the only one. 

Unconvinced: What's that? Am I in that class? I sup- 
pose I am. Good Lord, put my name up for membership 
next meeting. How much are the dues? Let me pay up 
right off. How long have I got to wait? 

Skinner: Saw, what'er is this yer crowd settin' up there? 

Brusch : That 's the audience watching the pageant. 

Skinner: Watching the — what? — the paygeant? What's 
thet? 

Brusch : The pageant. What is it ? Why, you *re part of it. 

Skinner: I am? I didn't know it. Looks like there might 
be good chanct to sell my apples. Apples ! Apples ! Fine 
apples to sell! Name yer own price! Try one you, Hi 
thar! 
(He throws a few apples up into the crowd.) 

Brusch : Hold on there. Skinner. This is not allowed ! No 
concessions on the pageant grounds ! 

Skinner : I 'm a-sellin' my stuff. Ain't I got a right to sell 
my own stuff ? You might sell yours, too, Loder. 

Loder : Mine 's sold before I pick it. 

Skinner : It is ? Well, I '11 be gol durned ! 

Loder : Drive on down, Sam, and deliver the load at the sta- 
tion. (The auto truck goes on out.) 

Brusch : Quit it, Skinner. You '11 have to go down town to 
peddle your apples. Not allowed at the pageant. 

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Skinner: Well, what is this yere paygent? A circus? 

Member: The pageant is something to let you know what 
Bloomington is, what it has been, and what it is going to 
be. We 're going to follow it up with a Know Blooming- 
ton campaign. 

Skinner: Know Bloomington. Ha, wall, I reckon I know 
Bloomington all right maself . Lived just out here a piece 
all ma life. Say, what'er is them ar buildings, eh? 

Brusch : Those are some of the University buildings. 

Skinner : Oh, they be, eh ? Hm ! 

Brusch : The University and the Chamber of Commerce got 
together in putting through this pageant to celebrate the 
centennial anniversary of the State of Indiana. We are 
all enacting scenes from the history of Bloomington and 
of the University to show how everything has come to be 
as it is and how it will be better still in the future. You 
are acting in one of those episodes now. 

Skinner: I am, am I? 

Member : Yes, Loder here represents the progressive farmer 
that helps the community by taking hold with the rest of 
us, and you are the kind that tries to go it alone, does 
not want anyone else's help, and will not help anyone else 
in turn. 

Skinner: Wall, — I reckon I better be goin'. 

Brusch : You stay here a few minutes and you '11 see all the 
people of the past hundred years. They are all coming 
back. 

Skinner: What are yer givin' us! All the dead ones? 
Loder : Not your kind of dead ones. 

Brusch : Yes, all the people of a hundred years ago ; they are 
all represented, dressed just as they used to and all. 

Skinner: They 're comin' here? 

Brusch : Yes. 

Skinner : Right here ? 

All : Yes, right here. All of them. And the band will play 
for them to come in by, the orchestra. 

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Skinner : It 's time fer me to be a-gettin' right out of yere. 
Hully Gee Whitaker ! All the dead uns ! Get up, Maud ! 
Git out a yere! 

(He lashes his mule, and turns around sharp and drives off 
as fast as he can. The orchestra starts to play a few chords. 
He stops and yells back.) 

Skinner: Hi! Es thet ar them a-comin'? Hold 'em back! 
Hold 'em back! 

Brusch : Not quite yet. There 's another episode. Time for 
you to think it over. 

(Skinner disappears over the hill.) 

Loder : He '11 come back. He '11 come back, when he once 
gets the idea. 

Member: Yes, but that is part of our job, to see that he gets 
the idea, to get all the community working together. 
Town and County, University and State! The Past and 
the Present and the Future ! All must work together for 
each other, for Indiana, and for America. 

(The orchestra begins to play. The four men go out, look- 
ing forward to the coming of the People of the Generations 
and to take their places in the procession and massing of the 
Finale. In the end Skinner is seen to be there too. He has 
come in.) 



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EPISODE NINE : THE SERVICE OF THE STATE 

The orchestra plays a few measures of the Indiana theme 
marking the transition from one episode to the other. While 
the music is still sounding the figure of the University turns 
toward the people and calls her State-wide invitation : 

The University : Come ! Come from all the State, all ye who 
need 
My service ! Come ! Receive ! And then return 
To all the State, my service rendering ! 

In response to this invitation four groups of young people, 
students, come from the four directions of the compass, their 
hands held out as to receive the offered service. 

The University: As I to you reveal the light, unveil 
The truth, e'en so do you in turn to all 
Upon your way through life reveal the light. 
Unveil the truth ! Except by these dare not 
To live ! Except for these dare not to die ! 
So, ye who bear my torch, who hold my book. 
Come light the pathway ! Guide ! Reveal ! Unveil ! 

There come at her command the President of the University 
and members of the various Faculties of the University, in 
their academic robes and bearing symbols of their schools or 
departments. To them the students go, grouping themselves 
around them, and all taking their place well up on the slope. 
Three other groups of students come in, representing athletics, 
football, basketball, and baseball. At the same time the figure 
of Light again appears at the top of the hill, comes down and 
takes his place just above and at one side of the University. 

Light : Shine ! Shine through all the State ! On hill and lake 
Thy light to every home and shop send forth ! 

The Director of the Extension Service with a group of his 
staff come forward in academic robes bearing symbols of their 
work, — package libraries, small stereopticon and music rec- 
oirds. 

The University : Through all the State, on hill and lake, my 
light 
Bear forth to every home and shop ! Reveal 
The light ! Unveil the truth ! Lead ! Guide ! Go forth ! 

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The Director and his staff bow in acknowledgment of the com- 
mand, turn and go out in different directions. 

The first two lines of the Hymn to Indiana are sounded. His 
Excellency, Samuel M. Ralston, Governor of Indiana, goes up 
from his seat on the grandstand toward the community altar, 
the President of the University going down to meet him. Im- 
mediately after from either end of the grandstand come two 
persons, one bearing a representation of the Robert W. Long 
Hospital, and the other a large bag of money representing the 
Waterman bequest for scientific research. These are given in 
turn to the Governor who gives them to the State, and re- 
ceiving them back entrusts them to the President of the Uni- 
versity, who assigns them to the Dean of the Medical School, 
and the Dean of the Graduate School. As each is given into 
her hands, Indiana will say : 

Indiana: From Robert W. and Clara Long, in trust to the 
State of Indiana. To reach out mercy to the suffering and 
to spread the Light of Truth still further into the myster- 
ies of relief. 

From Luther Dana Waterman, in trust to the State of 
Indiana. To speed men onward to the victory of unknown 
regions of life by feeding the fire of Light and Truth in 
scientific research. 

Indiana then unrolls a scroll representing an Act of Legisla- 
ture, and reads as therefrom: 

From the People of Indiana to the People of Indiana by 
Act of their Legislature in the administration of the friend of 
education, Samuel M. Ralston, Governor, beyond request, see- 
ing the light that is spread through all the State, for the in- 
crease, support, and use of Indiana University in its mission 
of Light and Truth, a tax of two and eight-tenths cents on the 
hundred dollars with at the same time similar provision for 
the other State educational institutions. 

The action then passes immediately into the Finale without 
pause or interruption. 



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V. FINALE: CENTENNIAL! 

The orchestra bursts into the Light music as the figure of 
Light raises his torch high, goes to the top of the slope, as 
a signal to the people of all the past to return. From both sides 
of the grandstand they pour in singing. At the same time the 
spirits of Hope and Determination sweep out into a circle on 
the horizon. 

THE HYMN TO INDIANA 

To Heaven raise thy star-crowned head. 

Superb Indiana ! 
Thy future to glory wed 

Through toil ! Praise God ! Hosanna ! 

Arise! Stand! Strive! 

Thy faith revive ! 

With courage and decision 

Press onward toward thy vision ! 

Arise! Firm! True! 
Thy strength renew! 
God prosper thy gages 
To serve the coming ages! 

To Heaven raise thy star-crowned head, 

Superb Indiana ! 
Thy future to glory wed 

Through toil ! Praise God ! Hosanna ! 

Sounding abruptly in the orchestra are heard the first six 
notes of The Star Spangled Banner as a trumpet call. Indiana 
turns around and points far off where in the distance is seen 
America coming on horseback, attended by the other States of 
the old Northwest Territory, — Ohio, Illinois, Michigan, and 
Wisconsin. America rides a white horse and is robed in white ; 
she carries on her left shoulder the Shield of the United States 
and in her right hand the American flag. The States ride dark 
colored horses, and wear the Shields of their Seals, but do not 
carry flags, as having no sovereignty in Indiana. All the people 
of the pageant turn in the direction whence America is com- 
ing and raise their hands in acclaim. A Pioneer and a Man of 
1816 bring Indiana a horse. She mounts, takes from the City 
her State Flag, and rides forth to meet America. When she 
approaches her, Indana stops and inclines her flag in salute, 

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an honor which America acknowledges by inclining the Amer- 
ican flag. Indiana then rides back with America, to the left and 
a little behind her. 

As America approaches the top of the slope near the Ob- 
servatory, the orchestra plays The Star Spangled Banner in 
salutation and all the spirits of Hope and Determination sweep 
forward until they are quite near. Then all the people join in 
singing : 



THE HYMN TO AMERICA 

Forever shine on our mountain heights! 

Forever dwell by our valleys' streams ! 
And may thy stars illume the nights 

Where'er thy glorious banner gleams ! 

In thee unite the sovereign States ! 

In thee all trade and commerce live ! 
To all thou openest wide thy gates; 

To all thy name and thy life dost give ! 

The little child thou dost protect; 

The strongest man for his work inspire ! 
The wayward firmly dost correct ; 

And guard our homes from flood and fire! 

Thy name we share from south to north; 

Thine air we breathe from east to west ! 
Thy glory, America, leads us forth 

In victory onward toward the best! 

O God, Who givest the breath of life 

To peoples of the human race, 
Make Thou our land in peace or strife 

A Nation strong, of uplifted face ! 



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America still seated on her horse raises her flag, and all the 
people kneel and sing kneeling the prayer stanza of the hymn 
"America" : 

AMERICA 

"Our fathers' God, to Thee, 

Author of Liberty, 

To Thee we sing! 
Long may our land be bright 
With Freedom's holy light! 
Protect us by Thy might 

Great God, our King!" 

All rise, and the music playing the Hymn to Indiana, march 
in heavy massed column out before America, Indiana, the 
other States, the City, and the University, into the future, in 
the direction whence America came. The figure of Light leads 
the way. The spirits of Hope and Determination converge on 
the moving column of the people of the pageant and march out 
with them. When all have passed, the central group comes 
down toward the grandstand and passes out to the south by 
the wood road. 



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